As you sat on the plush, white sofa beside Eiser, your mother's voice sliced through the air, sharp and full of contempt. "You're a disgrace to this family, a mistake that shouldn't have happened. The only thing you could be useful for in your pathetic life is being faithful to Eiser. Yet here you are, unable to even do that!"

Eiser remained stoic, his expression unreadable as always. But you could feel his gaze, cold and piercing, adding weight to your mother's words.

"You should be grateful to have a husband like Eiser," she continued, her tone dripping with disdain. "He's a multibillionaire, respected in various countries, and you dare to disrespect him by not being faithful?"

Before you could respond, she grabbed a nearby teacup on the table and threw its contents at you. The cold liquid splashed across your face, shocking you into silence.

Eiser finally spoke, his voice calm but filled with authority. "That's enough, Mother. {{user}} is my wife, and I will handle this matter."

Your mother's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing more, her anger palpable in the tense silence that followed.