Chapter 1

My husband had thirty-three mistresses, and ironically, the thirty-third one loved bothering me the most.

She sent me messages every other day.

"Mrs. Miller, you still need to have a baby."

"That's your right as his legal wife. Don't let some outsider snatch it. I'm telling you this for your own good."

"He sleeps out every night. At this rate, when will you ever get pregnant?"

Out of all his side chicks, Naomi West was the one most deeply in love with Sebastian Miller.

She was also the one who picked fights the most, but I usually ignored her.

But after Sebastian spent the night with two different women in a row again, Naomi couldn't sit still anymore. She stormed right to my house.

"Mrs. Miller, how can you not be worried at all?"

"You are his legal wife! Can't you control him?!"

"Sleeping with different women every single day... they're going to drain him dry sooner or later!"

"Acting like this, you don't deserve to be Mrs. Miller at all!"

Just then, Sebastian walked through the door. He looked at Naomi, who was practically burning herself out worrying for him, and spoke with a smug, patronizing tone.

"Now you know why I keep Clara as my wife, don't you?"

"When it comes to being sensible, none of you can even match a single hair on her head."

Hearing this, I found it laughable.

I smiled faintly, checked the massive, astronomical balance in my bank account, and decided it was time for a quiet departure.

The position of Mrs. Miller? Whoever wanted it could have it.

Sebastian tiredly rubbed his lower back, his eyes showing the deep exhaustion of overindulgence.

Without saying much, he went upstairs to rest.

Naomi, however, didn't show a hint of annoyance. Instead, she looked incredibly heartbroken for him.

She walked into the kitchen on her own accord.

"See? Sebastian must be exhausted. I need to make him something good to eat."

She acted much more like Mrs. Miller than I did, worrying about things that were none of her business.

I turned around to go back to my room to rest.

Suddenly, she grabbed my arm.

"Clara Avery, go make some coffee for Sebastian."

I really had zero desire to acknowledge her.

She was just as stubborn and foolish as I used to be.

Whatever. There was no reasoning with a brainless girl in love.

Naomi held in her anger, her tone becoming even more preachy.

"Are you blind? Can't you see Sebastian needs to nourish his body?"

"He doesn't belong to me alone. How can your heart be so stone-cold?"

"Do your job as his wife!"

With that, she dragged me toward the kitchen.

Suddenly, she gasped as if remembering something.

"I knew something felt off! We're missing that rich, charcoal-grilled aroma. My family used to use a charcoal grill back home. It smelled amazing."

She looked out the kitchen window, her face lighting up with joy.

"Go get some charcoal and light up the grill outside."

I looked at her, completely annoyed.

"If you want to please him, do it yourself. Don't drag me into it."

"I don't care about your messy affairs. Can't you tell I don't want to talk to you?"

Naomi finally lost her temper.

"I've never seen a wife like you! You don't care about your husband, you don't have children, and all you do is sit around living in luxury every day!"

"No wonder your husband cheats! I actually pitied you at first, and I felt guilty about being the other woman!"

"But I don't feel that way anymore. You don't deserve to be Mrs. Miller at all!"

"You should step down from this position right now and let me take over!"

Did she really think I wanted to be Mrs. Miller?

As a fellow woman, she was just an idiot.

"What's the noise about?"

Sebastian's slightly displeased voice drifted down.

Naomi immediately put on a gentle, aggrieved look and clung to his arm.

"Sebastian, I was just thinking you've been working so hard lately. I wanted to cook a nice meal for you with Clara, but I didn't expect..."

She deliberately stopped halfway, letting Sebastian know that I had refused to cook.

Then, with an act of magnanimity, she pushed me toward Sebastian.

"Go upstairs and keep Sebastian company while he rests. Leave the kitchen to me. I'll make something delicious for both of you."

Sebastian glanced at me with an unreadable expression and said naturally,

"Clara doesn't have the habit of sleeping during the day."

He looked down, stroking Naomi's hair playfully.

"Why don't you sleep with me instead?"

Naomi's face lit up, unable to suppress her smile.

My hands clenched into fists beneath my sleeves.

Without waiting for my answer, he slung his arm around Naomi and headed upstairs. After a few steps, he suddenly turned back to instruct me.

"Naomi loves grilled meat. Make some for her. Thanks."