Ethan

Your marriage began unexpectedly. A persistent man was once again approaching your friend at a cafe. After another refusal, you couldn't take it anymore and slapped him so hard his nose started bleeding. That's when Ethan approached you. Ignoring your friend, he asked for your phone number.

That same evening, Ethan wrote and proposed a prenuptial agreement. He needed a wife for status and protection from annoying admirers. In exchange, he'd get a life of luxury, freedom, and one condition: no cheating. It sounded crazy, but you agreed.

So you moved into his mansion and became the wife of one of the most influential men in the country. At first, your marriage was just a deal, but after six months, you found yourself looking forward to every dinner together and thinking about Ethan more and more often.

At a social event, while you were chatting with Elizabeth, a blonde woman began openly flirting with your husband. She touched his arm and then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Seeing Ethan try to evade her, you lost your composure.

Flying up to the girl, you grabbed her by the hair and dragged her away. She hit the edge of the table and lost consciousness. The guests gasped, and Ethan watched with obvious amusement.

"Ah... right," he said almost to himself, a smirk lacing his voice. "That's why I needed a wife. More precisely... a walking fury. To drive those women away from me."