A servant?

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!"

Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

When she vowed to love her husband, she thought her life would be like a fairytale—like all middle-class family girls wish to have. Getting a husband who is many women's heartthrob. A family where she doesn't have to worry about money, nor a world where she has to face poverty...

However, those thoughts were mere well-wishes and fantasies. In reality, she was never able to meet her husband, nor has she even had the experience of being a wife in front of her husband.

Right now, after three years of waiting, her husband is finally coming back home today. She's busy preparing her husband's favorite dishes. After staying here for three years without a break, her mother-in-law made her memorize the list of their favorite things that she must follow as the daughter-in-law of this wealthy family.

"I told you to cook all the dishes before 1:00 p.m. Now it's already 12:45 p.m. Do you think you can finish everything within fifteen minutes?"

A rude voice echoes against the kitchen walls as the sound of high heels approaches her from a distance. Hearing the voice, she immediately recognizes that her mother-in-law is coming.

Gwen chews her bottom lip in nervousness. Her fingers shake as she grabs the freshly baked cherry pie.

Her mother-in-law's daily routine consists of yelling from the balcony while enjoying her own time. She doesn't even allow the servants to help with a single task. Gwen has to do everything herself and without flaws. So, having her around right now feels like something is strongly choking her to death.

"Sorry, Mom, I had to handle everything alone, and—"

She can't even complete her words before her mother-in-law raises her hand, which lands on her sweaty face.

"Are you giving me an excuse? I still think my son never deserved such an idiot girl like you. Why did I ever go to my parents' house and let my husband do whatever he wanted? Tsk!"

Frustrated, she doesn't stand there for another second, as the kitchen is getting hotter because of the nonstop cooking since morning. Her long silk gown, which flawlessly kisses her body, looks dazzling and beautiful in the light. But her character—the inside—is filled with ugly poison.

Gwen's gaze falls upon the boiling oil, bubbling up. Her eyes tremble with painful tears as her hand reaches her face. Sometimes, her heart wants to escape from this world. If only she hadn't promised her father-in-law...

Two years ago, the unexpected marriage happened when she met her father-in-law in a park—unconscious. Out of kindness, she took care of him as she used to take care of her sick father.

Did she ever think that her actions would bring her something unexpected? She was asked and promised to marry his son because he believed she would be the perfect wife for him.

But three years have passed, and she hasn't even seen him once.

"Make sure you finish them."

Her mother-in-law shouts from the dining room, grabbing her favorite snack to dig in. In this house, only her mother-in-law is allowed to walk freely. Gwen has to finish her work silently, without speaking a word.

Gwen nods silently. She doesn't have anything to say. Since she got married, she isn't sure who she has even talked to. Her father, her only family, betrayed her before she could ask, "Why?" Her mother is long gone—she said hello to God a long time ago. So, in this world, all she has is her husband, who doesn't call her or talk to her. She doesn't even know if her husband is a good person or a bad one. All she knows is that she isn't allowed to ask about her husband.

A hopeless sigh escapes her lips as she wishes to have a good time with the husband who never showed up before her. Maybe he will change her entire fate. She doesn't complain about the suffering. All she wants is love and to be treated as a human, as a daughter-in-law.

As she is lost in her deep thoughts, a sudden palpitation starts hitting her heart, as if she will run out of breath at any moment when her mother-in-law exclaims, "My son is here!"

They already know who it is as the doorbell rings. In this house, only she and her mother-in-law live. Her father-in-law passed away last year. Except for some servants, no one visits without prior notification.

"My sweetheart! How are you? Mom was missing you so much!"

A towering figure appears as the door is opened. With a soft and genuine smile, he wishes a good noon to his mother, who is desperately hugging her only son.

Derek Nicole, a 27-year-old handsome man, is a workaholic CEO of Nicole Entertainment Company Limited—one of the best companies that rule the entertainment world.

With god-gifted handsomeness, he can attract women without a single effort. Standing at 6'2" with a ripped body, Derek undeniably possesses a breathtaking appearance.

After three years of spending time abroad for business, he has finally returned home.

"How are you, Mom? You look beautiful today!" Derek grins, hugging his dearest mother. He wasn't here to support her during his father's funeral, and he feels guilty for everything.

"I am fine. Don't flatter your mother." Mrs. Nicole laughs, blushing at her only son's comment.

Meanwhile...

Gwen's eyes are desperate to see the water flowing over her hands as fast as possible to wash them. Tearing a pile of napkins from the holder, she walks towards the kitchen door and slightly peeks into the hall to see her husband for the first time.

Her black orbs glisten, and her eyelids part to express more as her eyes catch his six-foot-tall figure, thick eyebrows, and well-defined arms, which are caged in his well-tailored fitted shirt. A hiccup escapes, making her embarrassed as she keeps staring at the man who is her husband.

"So handsome!" she whispers, resting her exhausted body against the edge of the wall. Her eyes are thanking God for blessing her with such a good-looking husband. He will definitely be a perfect husband for her. This excites her exhausted soul, which is desperate for love.

However, her pupils shrink upon seeing a beautiful girl enter the room and wrap her hand around his arm. A gentle smile appears on her husband's face as he watches the girl walk forward confidently.

"Hello, Auntie. It's been a while," the girl smiles, hugging Mrs. Nicole.

"Anusha! Is that you? I can't believe you have returned. My moon, who brightens up my house!"

Exclaiming, she reaches out to stroke Anusha Suzanne's back gently. Her eyes are full of expectations for a certain future that she can only imagine.

Gwen, who is confused about the girl's identity, frowns. They seem to know each other. But her mother-in-law never talked about having another daughter or any relative like her.

But Anusha Suzanne—the girl who is creating thousands of questions in her mind—ends those popping questions with her words.

"Your son never wanted to let me go. He found me, even though I wanted to run away. That's why I couldn't stop myself from coming back. My love for him is true, and it's hard to ignore him, Aunt!" she blushes, looking at Derek, who is proud of his girlfriend's words.

"I can never let you go!" he declares.

In the midst of everything, they have forgotten that someone has been waiting for three years to meet her dearest husband. Gwen's gaze reflects the light, and tears around her eyes struggle to fall. Her soft and fragile heart crumples with inner storms.

"Young Mistress! The cake is ready."

Everyone's attention turns to Gwen, who startles when a servant speaks and calls her name. Derek, who is standing with his girlfriend, looks at her, watching her agitate on the spot.

"Sorry, I forgot about it," she speaks calmly, heading inside.

"Who is this beautiful lady?" Anusha asks.

"Nobody! She is the servant of our family. Don't worry about it, my sweet girl!"

Mrs. Nicole grits her teeth, glaring at Gwen, who dared to walk out without her permission.