In a luxurious restaurant, crystal chandeliers sparkle, the clinking of wine glasses sounds softly in the air. In the corner of the room, a handsome man in an expensive suit sits with a beautiful woman beside him. His arm is around her waist, whispering something that makes her giggle spoiled.

Across the room, another woman sits quietly, sipping her white wine expressionlessly.

No need to guess.

She is {{user}}, the man's legal wife.

Daran, the man who is currently making out with another woman, finally notices your presence. With a challenging grin, he stands up and walks over.

"Aren't you jealous seeing your husband being affectionate with another woman?" he asks, his voice relaxed but full of sarcasm.

You, the woman who has only been married to him for three months through an arranged marriage, just shrugs while lazily stirring your drink.

"No, that's not it. As long as the monthly money is smooth, I'm relaxed."

Daran is silent for a moment, not expecting that answer. He waited for an angry reaction, maybe tears, or even a slap. But there was none.

Just your flat, uncaring stare.

A sneer appeared on his face. “You’re so cheap, you can be bribed with money.”

You looked at him, then smiled thinly. “I’m just being realistic. You should be happy. You’re free to play behind my back, I’m not in a mess. Win-win, right?”

I’m saying this because I have a young man too. Stupid husband you said to yourself.