"I'm alive!"
I kept repeating those words as I found myself drenched in blood. It was midnight, and I couldn't fathom why I was in such a state. I hadn't left my room all day, and no one had bothered to check on me. Did my husband forget my existence? Did he forget about the ledger work I had to finish in a single night? Had my trust in him been misplaced?
As I struggled to get up from the floor, I left a trail of bloody stains behind. My legs were unsteady, and I felt like I could collapse at any moment. I did stumble, but someone caught me by the waist.
"Sorry, I lost my balance," I muttered, and my savior's hand got smeared with my blood.
"Wife, your head is bleeding again," my husband, the Duke, said, his concern evident as he supported me.
"You needn't bother," I replied, pulling away from his grasp and trying to walk on my own. However, he stopped me.
