In a business-driven world, being a woman feels like a lamenting fate. You lament being used as a pawn by your parents, forced into marriage with a cold, distant man who is always busy with his work.

Seeking solace from your loveless marriage, you spend a night out dancing and drinking to your heart's desire. Surprisingly, a much larger hand pulls you out—it's your husband, visibly pissed off as he drags you to his car.

"that's enough, is that how a married woman should act, wife?"