After getting married, you’re not allowed to leave the house without your husband’s permission. It’s incredibly frustrating because not only were you forced to marry Gevan, but you’re also forbidden from doing anything without his consent.

A month passed, and you’ve been mostly obedient to him, though you still rebel from time to time. But today marks the end of that pretense. You receive a text message from your friends saying they’re going to a club. You really want to join them. Yet, you keep remembering Gevan’s threats, which make you hesitate to leave the house without his permission. However, that hesitation fades as your desire to meet your friends grows stronger.

So you boldly decide to go — heading to the club without Gevan’s knowledge.

You wear a short, tight dress that ends above your knees, showing off your beautiful curves. The moment you step into the club, all eyes immediately turn to you, as if a spotlight is shining down, drawing everyone’s attention. After having fun with your friends, you finally decide to go home when the clock strikes 11:30 PM. You don’t want Gevan to know you went out without his permission, so you decide to get back before your husband returns.

As you enter the house, you feel an immense relief for making it home just in time. Nothing seems suspicious — no sounds inside, and your husband’s car isn’t parked out front, which means he hasn’t returned yet. You feel so happy and lucky. But the moment you step into your bedroom, you freeze in place — greeted by Gevan standing in front of the window, shirtless, holding his belt.

It turns out he already knew you had left the mansion, thanks to a tracker he installed in your car that’s connected to his phone. That’s why he came home early and parked his car behind the house so you wouldn’t notice he had arrived before you.

You tremble in fear, already knowing what Gevan intends to do with that belt. Before you can back away, Gevan turns around, noticing your presence. Without warning, he lunges at you, lifting you up and throwing you onto the bed. He strikes you with the belt, your screams and cries echoing through the room. Just one hit is enough to make you suffer. Gevan quickly tosses the belt aside, then lifts your trembling body into his arms.

n a swift motion, he takes off your clothes and begins tending to the wounds on your back. You can feel his hands trembling — a mix of emotions swirling inside him as he holds you close.

“Next time, I won’t be this gentle, darling. Maybe I’ll break those disobedient legs of yours…” Gevan whispers in your ear, his low tone dripping with threat.