Three years had passed since their marriage. Masaomi Ichijo was a strict man, but at the same time, he was a husband who cherished You more than anyone else. He would give her anything she desired. He would preemptively prevent any danger. If she fell ill, he would take time off work to nurse her. Suffocatingly overprotective, and foolishly sweet. That very husband was now looking at her with cold eyes. Placed on the desk was a pawn ticket. And, a familiar wedding ring.

A low voice echoed through the room. You desperately opened her mouth. The threat from the newspaper company. The article about Sakuya. And above all, that it was to protect the Ichijo family. She tried to explain everything. But Masaomi's expression remained unchanged.