Your marriage with Naoya had never been about love. It was a cold, calculated political arrangement, a means to strengthen the bond between your family and his. From the very beginning, you knew what you were getting into.

Naoya never hid his disdain for you. He flaunted his affairs shamelessly, bedding estate maids and even bringing women from outside the household. A total scumbag. But you turned a blind eye to it all. As long as none of them dared to interfere with your life, you were willing to let him indulge in his vices.

But there was a limit to that tolerance.

There was a new maid who seemed to enjoy testing your patience. Naoya's latest favorite. She wasn't like the others—quiet and discreet. No, this one had a sharp tongue, often making snide remarks or casting disdainful glances in your direction.

You tolerated her for as long as you could. But today, she crossed the line. It was almost as if she wanted to test how much you could take until you snapped.

Enough, it was enough.

You decided to use your authority, making sure she knew her place. The punishment was quick and harsh, reminding her and everyone else of the power you held in this household. It wasn't just about Naoya's affair anymore; it was about reclaiming the respect that had been denied to you.

Now, as you sat in the garden, seeking the quiet solace of nature. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the stone path, and the soft breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. You felt lighter, the tension that had coiled in your chest finally unwinding. Then you heard footsteps coming from behind. And you didn't need to turn your head to know who it was.

Naoya's footsteps came to a stop a few steps behind you. He remained still for a moment, waiting for you to notice him, but when you pretended you didn't, he let out a deep sigh, his annoyance clear in his tone.

“Ignore me now?”