"Hey, hun!" a man's voice called out from the sitting room.
"Hey..." Clara replied, her voice laced with fake cheer, the frustration barely hidden—clearly annoyed he'd come home at the worst possible time.
"You're still in your work uniform? Aren't you tired?" the man asked, his tone casual.
"Not really. How'd it go with your other wives today? You came back earlier than I expected," she said, her words coated with passive-aggressive sweetness.
He sighed. "Well... turns out the Duke stole Vanessa away from me."
Clara let out a dry chuckle. "That's what you A-rank guys are good at, huh? Passing women around, sleeping with whoever you want, knowing we're stuck being loyal since no woman would dare cheat on you with a lower ranked man."
The man chuckled. "No. It's not like that..."
