“Get off me, you fool!”In the dim glow of the lantern, the room was filled with drifting incense and sandalwood. Reginald Belmont clung to the woman like a child, his hands groping about in confusion. His mind was clouded and unaware. Suddenly, a pair of pale hands reached out of nowhere and clamped tightly around his throat.The woman, breathtaking in beauty yet colder than frost, shoved him onto the bed with a sharp voice, “I am Christine Alexander, so mark my words today. I would rather die than let you defile me!”Though Reginald was a dimwit, he still wore a wedding ring. A heat surged from his neck downward, but in his heart he knew—even though the woman before him was his wife, she would rather see him dead than lift a finger to help.Christine finally released him, her gaze still as icy as before. Since their marriage, she had never kissed him, never spoken a gentle word. Even now, with both of them on the same bed, her eyes showed no hint of affection; only disgust.Beneath

"Go on, little fool, go see your wife, Christine." Rihanna gave a dismissive snort. Her face brimming with certainty as she was so convinced that the man standing before her was still the same ridiculous fool she had molded with her own hands. She had no idea that he had already awakened. He was no longer a puppet to be toyed with. But just as her voice faded— The sound of steady, synchronized footsteps echoed outside the door. With a loud bang, the door flung open. Christine Alexander strode in, a storm of fury in her eyes, followed by a man in a gray suit. That man was Garrett Belmont. At the sight of Reginald, he shuddered, as if struck by a chilling wind. "Christine," he murmured, "I’m truly scared for you… What if he hurts you…?" Christine gently patted her husband's stepbrother in reassurance before casting an icy glance at Reginald. "Reginald Belmont," she said coldly, "You dare mention divorce to me? Do you really think the Belmont family is ready to bear the disgra

"Brother Reggie, I’ll be looking forward to it," Garrett said with a smile as he exited the room.Reginald’s smile grew more mysterious. "I hope you’ll still be smiling later."The maid hesitated. She had just watched her master pretend to be clueless in front of his brother. But who was she to question him? She was utterly confused, yet it wasn’t her place to interfere. "Master Belmont, shall I prepare the bath instead?""No need," Reginald replied with a chilling smile, rubbing his hands together like he was savoring something. "I want to personally draw a jasmine mint-scented bath for my 'dear' wife and little brother."He wasn’t cunning, but he was smart. Revenge was simply in his blood.The maid blinked, puzzled. In the past, whenever the ‘fool’ had attempted things like this, she would always be irritated, furious even, because he’d end up mixing hot and cold water in a way that burned his skin or tossing random bath products into the tub, sometimes even tasting them because the

Christine had always remembered the foolish things Reginald used to do for her when he was still a silly little fool trying to win her over. The most ridiculous? He once snuck off with paint and secretly made a portrait of her. That day, she was genuinely stunned—who knew that loser actually had some artistic talent? But the moment she got over the surprise, she tossed the painting straight into the trash. She didn’t want any ties to him. None.She remembered it all clearly: him kneeling in front of her, clutching her silk-stocking-covered leg like a dog begging for scraps.“M-Miss Christine… please… play with me… be my best… friend…”Back to the present, she looked at the man in front of her who is no longer that same fool. Not completely as the doctor said. “Even if you cured my insomnia, I could never like you. You disgust me.”A strange depth flickered in Reginald’s eyes. His reply was calm, almost indifferent. “Lady, I don’t need your affection. It’s not Bitcoin, people aren’t e

Reginald narrowed his sharp eyes. A faint trace of sarcasm flashed within his mink down eyes. Why did the air suddenly smell a bit… sour?He let out a low chuckle, careless and teasing. “A man and a woman, legally married, spending the night together in the same room. Little brother, what do you think happened?”Even as Garrett’s face turned dark with fury, Reginald showed no concern. In fact, he seemed to delight in stoking the fire.“You—!” Garrett, enraged, raised his hand to strike. But before the blow could land, a voice cried out by the door.“The Ice Queen… she’s actually asleep!”The one speaking was Clyde Banks, Christine’s personal assistant. Peeking in through the crack of the door, he was utterly stunned. His cold, insomniac lady boss was fast asleep in bed, sleeping soundly as peaceful as a child.It was Monday morning. It was already past nine, and Christine still hadn’t shown up to the office or called anyone to say she wouldn't be coming to the office. Clyde had panick