The vast living room was pervaded by a cold and unyielding aura, Monica Alston's face slightly contorted, her usual pride in her elegance and composure nearly collapsing.
She watched Ethan Howard ascend the stairs, her eyes brimming with resentment, frustration, anger, and a hint of sadness.
"..."
Five years of marriage, a full five years.
To the world, they were no different from strangers, but who knew that Ethan Howard had never even touched her?
The thought alone made Monica Alston want to tear Lydia Janis limb from limb.
The butler approached cautiously and inquired, "Madam, would you like to eat something..."
Monica Alston steadied her emotions and suppressed the fury in her heart, replying coldly, "No, I won't eat."
Having said this, she strode upstairs.
Upon pushing open the door to the bedroom, she did not find Ethan Howard.
