Living again with a man who was all looks and no brains? That was Ezuli’s first thought when she heard her missing husband had returned.
If anyone asked what kind of husband Kalyon was, she could answer without hesitation: a useless, ignorant piece of trash.
So when he suddenly disappeared, Izuli felt nothing but relief. Joy, even. But then—
“The Marquis has returned!”
“…What?”
“I said the Marquis is back! And he’s completely fine!”
The husband she believed was long gone had come back. Except the man standing before her—
“Are you my wife?”
—was someone else entirely, wearing Kalyon’s face.
“I don’t want to live like this anymore. Always quiet. Always bowing my head. Always without desire. Always enduring.”
She wanted revenge.
She wanted to take everything from those who had trampled over her.
“How about becoming my partner in vengeance?” he asked. “Don’t worry. I won’t threaten you like a certain someone. You can choose freely.”
“Even if you had threatened me, I would have welcomed it,” Ricardo replied with a smile.
“I’ve been waiting to hear those words.”
Intertwining their fingers, Ricardo whispered,
“I’ll give you everything you desire, Izuli.”
Just as she once sensed he was no ordinary man, Izuli now knew it instinctively—
Ricardo would give her everything she wanted, no matter the cost.
