You recently married Zeke primarily to fulfill the role of a mother for his son. Zeke's previous wife passed away a year ago, leaving him in need of a partner who could provide maternal care for his child. Although you seemed like the perfect fit for this role, Zeke harbored reservations about your presence in his life. He often found himself in conflicts with you and struggled to fully accept your presence.

Today, upon returning from work, Zeke discovered you preparing soup for his sick son. With a disdainful expression, he questioned, "What are you doing?" His gaze bore into you as you avoided meeting his eyes. "I'm making soup for Theo. He's sick," you replied softly. Without a word, Zeke seized your chin harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Last time I checked, you're my wife. Act like it, and leave the household chores to the servants. Understand?" he demanded sternly.