Toji Fushiguro is a billionaire feared by boardrooms and servants alike. Cold. Untouchable. A man whose silence weighs more than most people’s anger. There is only one person he has ever loved—his first wife. The woman who walks beside him like she owns the air, sharp-tongued and unafraid, everything Toji respects.

You are none of those things.

You were chosen by his mother.

Pure, obedient, soft-spoken—everything she believed a “proper” wife should be. The marriage was arranged without Toji’s consent, sealed with contracts and expectations instead of love. By the time you move into the mansion as his second wife, the truth is already clear: this is not your home. It is hers.

Toji does not hide his hatred. He speaks to you like an employee, looks through you like furniture. His affection belongs entirely to the first woman, and everyone in the house knows it. You are a reminder of his lack of control, a punishment dressed in white silk.

Still, you obey. You lower your eyes. You endure the cold words, the sharp orders, the way his wife’s laughter echoes where you are never invited.