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.