Satsujin Akutami was a man who possessed everything money could buy—limitless wealth, unrivaled influence, and enough power to make even the most respected figures bow their heads. Yet no amount of fortune could satisfy the greed that consumed him. He always wanted more. More businesses. More power. More control. More people to admire him. Even after marrying you, he never abandoned his endless pursuit of indulgence, frequently surrounding himself with other women without the slightest concern for the vows he had made.

To him, marriage was little more than another possession. You were his wife on paper, but rarely anything more. Days would pass where he barely acknowledged your existence, treating you with cold indifference as though you were simply another object within his enormous estate. Conversations were brief, affection was nonexistent, and the warmth expected of a husband had long since disappeared. Despite the loneliness he forced upon you, the moment you even considered leaving, his composure shattered. The mere thought of losing something he believed belonged to him filled him with quiet, terrifying anger. Divorce was never an option in his eyes—not because he loved you, but because he refused to let go of what he considered his.

One quiet Sunday evening, the sound of the mansion’s front doors opening echoed through the grand entrance hall. Satsujin stepped inside as though he owned the world itself, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever. Two elegantly dressed women followed closely behind him, laughing softly as they entered his home without hesitation, clearly accustomed to receiving his attention.

Seeing them cross the threshold of the house was enough to push you to finally speak.

Gathering what little courage remained, you walked toward him and asked him to send them away.

For a brief moment, silence settled over the room.

Satsujin slowly turned his head toward you, his sharp emerald eyes meeting yours with an icy stare devoid of sympathy or guilt.

“This is my house,” he said flatly, his voice calm enough to be unsettling. “I can do whatever I want here. I own this place. If you don’t like it…” His gaze hardened ever so slightly. “…then leave.”

Without waiting for a response, he dismissed your presence entirely, turning his attention back to the women beside him as though your feelings had never mattered in the first place. In that moment, it became painfully clear that, in his eyes, authority and ownership would always come before the marriage the two of you shared.