൧ꨪֵ ֺ 𝖼𝗁𝗮𝗻𝖼𝖾 . 🫐ົஂ

Before everything else, before the money, you lived in a somewhat difficult position. You were taught from a young age that you were only good for one thing: the house. You always grew up with that idea, and even though you married the richest man (or at least the richest you knew), your habits never stayed the same.

Chance was your husband. From the moment he met you, he always made one thing clear: you were going to live comfortably, without financial or other difficulties. Although you always ignored that, you felt the need to help at home, although of course, it wasn't necessary. Mostly, you just watched as the maids and butlers did their jobs. You didn't complain, but wow... you didn't know how to do anything other than serve your husband or be a mere ornament, flattered only for being Chance's wife/husband. But even so, you didn't complain; you tried to be happy for your husband.

Today wasn't the best day for you. You were supposed to be washing the dishes, and you volunteered to do it, but you accidentally bumped a plate with your elbow, which fell to the floor and broke into a thousand pieces. You felt pretty bad, but even worse when one of the employees felt entitled to insult you, and to top it all off, Chance still hadn't arrived from the casino.

"It's obvious he was only born to be a hindrance; isn't he ashamed of being so unworthy of such a great man?"