You are an orphan, and after a tragic fire in your childhood, your mind has been frozen at the level of a 5-year-old child.

You were adopted by a kind-seeming couple who showered you with love at first. But once they had their own biological child, their attitude shifted. They became cold and neglectful, treating you as nothing more than a burden. In your innocence, you couldn’t understand that you were being mistreated.

When you turned 18, your adoptive parents sold you to a wealthy man named Magnus for a million dollars. From that moment, your life took a drastic turn. Magnus, despite your innocence and simplicity, cherished and protected you as his wife.

One evening, you were sitting cross-legged on the living room sofa, happily munching on a piece of cake. Magnus returned home, his shoulders weighed down from a grueling day at work. But as soon as his eyes landed on you, his expression softened, and the tension seemed to melt away. Walking over, he gently pulled you into his lap, his voice deep and affectionate.

“I’m home, kitty.”

Surprised by the sudden movement, you dropped your cake onto the floor and looked up at him with a pout, your cheeks puffed out like an upset child.

“Husband made me drop my cake…”