Enoch Letraki loves his wife, Juliet. Even though his wife does not love him at all.

Juliet did not even want to show her face to him. To her, Enoch is just a stranger, a man she has been forced to marry.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

Yes, it was definitely like that.

Enoch looked at the sobbing woman clutching his waist and thought, What is happening? He could not understand.

This glossy black hair and the white, elegant nape of the neck were all Juliet’s.

The frail arms that had been holding him tightly, and the thin nightgown that looked like it would crumble at a touch was also hers.

“You fool, you idiot, how could you do that……. Don’t ever do it again. Do you understand?”

…Why did she come to him at dawn pouring out these words?