The beginning of December in City A was colder than usual. Zoey Carrington lay on the sofa, her face devoid of emotion, listening to Violet Chambers's harsh words echoing from downstairs.

"Zoey Carrington, you can't even give me a grandchild. And you can't even cook at this hour? Do you want to starve Isaac and Harrison to death?"

She had been married to Isaac Morgan for three years, and her mother-in-law, Violet Chambers, never missed an opportunity to criticize her.

But little did Violet know, her son had never touched Zoey since their wedding day.

"Hey, get down here and pack my lunch. I have to get to school!" Harrison Blake demanded.

This was Isaac's younger brother, a mischievous teenager who seemed to delight in making Zoey's life miserable.

In his mind, it was easier for his brother to marry his sister-in-law than to knead dough.

Zoey descended the stairs, mechanically entered the kitchen, prepared the meal, and packed Harrison’s lunch.

"Mom, the food is ready!"

Violet Chambers, seeing Zoey's lifeless expression, slammed her teacup onto the table. "Zoey Carrington, are you trying to test my patience? You're living in my son's house, spending his money. How dare you give me that look? I'll call Isaac right now and tell him to divorce you!"

Zoey gripped the plate tightly, took a deep breath, and forced a smile. "Mrs. Chambers, I wasn't."

Violet Chambers scoffed, "Don't think you can hold onto your position as Isaac's wife just because Grandy Gavin Wallace supports you. You're nothing compared to Juliet!"

Hearing the name, Zoey's face paled.

Harrison Blake, sensing the shift in atmosphere, grinned. "You didn't know, did you? Juliet is being discharged from the hospital. My brother wants to bring her home to live with us."

Zoey's heart pounded, and her hand trembled.

Violet Chambers, oblivious to Zoey's distress, waved her hand dismissively. "Get out of my sight! You're ruining my appetite."

Zoey turned and retreated upstairs, collapsing back onto the sofa.

As evening approached, a sleek Maybach pulled up to the house.

Zoey rushed to the balcony, peering down.

A tall, handsome man in a tailored suit emerged from the car.

He possessed an undeniable charisma, more captivating than any movie star.

He seemed to sense her gaze, looking up at her with cold, indifferent eyes.

Zoey was accustomed to this icy stare. She offered a weak, humorless smile.

Isaac Morgan entered the house. As always, she helped him change clothes and prepared his bath. "Honey, Grandy Gavin Wallace called from the retreat. He asked me to tell you he hopes you are well."

"I have something to tell you," Isaac interrupted, his voice firm.

Zoey turned to face him.

Isaac's dark eyes bore into hers, devoid of warmth.

"Juliet is coming home," he stated, his voice deep and resolute. "You can move out tomorrow."

Zoey's heart sank.

Harrison’s words echoed in her mind.

"What if I don't?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Isaac's brow furrowed.

This was the first time she had dared to defy him.

He spoke coldly, "Don't forget how you married me five years ago."

How could she forget?

When Juliet was injured in a car accident, Zoey had donated her rare blood type. In gratitude, Isaac had promised her a favor.

Zoey had asked to marry him.

A desire that had taken root the moment she first saw him in high school.