It was a bitter fate that began with their parents’ remarriage.
The heir of a distinguished duke.
The daughter of a wealthy widow from the New World.
From the very beginning, they belonged to different worlds, and so Raymond and Alexa despised each other as much as one despises the sweltering summer heat. They were almost relieved when the duke and his wife divorced, turning them back into strangers.
But the moment Raymond encountered Alexa again, beyond the display window of a department store, he began to want her. He needed her. And so, he married her—casting himself as the savior who would protect her from those seeking the heiress’s fortune.
Crushing duties and clashing mindsets.
Conflicts and resentment, just as expected.
The result of loving while still hating—their marriage grew sick and diseased.
“We are unhappy. Like my mother, like your uncle.”
“Then we can simply remain unhappy together.”
When Alexa finally saw through his last deception, she despaired.
Yet Raymond’s calculation remained cold as ever.
“In this marriage, you haven’t lost anything. Therefore, divorce is impossible.”