“Even if you die, you’ll die in this household.”
Countess Thea Winter endured the madness and eccentricities of her husband, Acel Winter, as well as caring for her ailing father-in-law. But when she finally decided to divorce him, her husband refused to let her go.
Thea didn’t want to wither away like a lifeless, barren tree. She wanted to live happily, even now.
Because not even a speck of her love for him remained anymore.
“Darling, I’m human too. How much longer am I supposed to endure this?”
Her unwavering words made her husband’s expression twist.
The air grew heavy, as though he might pounce and grab her by the neck at any moment. Fearful of his madness, Thea stepped back.
One step, two steps—but before she could take a third,
his low, chilling voice revealed the inescapable obsession that bound her.
“Have you lost your mind, Thea? Even if you die, you’ll die in this household. Whatever you just said will be dismissed as nonsense in the end.”
