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Chapter 7

I rotated inside the room while jumping like a child. It was the end of the week since our wedding, and I haven't seen his face. He said his bow and even promised to be the best husband...ever! But damn it! I mean, his definition of “the best husband is giving me incomparable anger!"

He assigned a maid to bring my necessities up here. But that maid was prohibited from talking to me. All I knew was her name, and it was Amia.

Amia is a good person; I can sense that. She's really a pro in terms of cleaning and giving services to me. It just saddened me that she's not allowed to talk to me.

I grabbed the pillow and covered it on my face, and then I shouted at the top of my lungs, releasing the feeling of devastation that this fucking marriage gave to me.

“Happy fucking life of a married woman to the fucking infinity! Oh, fucking shit, son of a holy crap, why were you born as the man I am married with?! You're such a fucking jerk!”

I screamed again until I could feel the rough text
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