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Catherine enthusiastically directed me while Ethan remained completely passive.

I recalled the numerous occasions I had pleaded to relocate to the primary bedroom, only to have Ethan decline, stating that partners require their own space.

He would only permit me to stay in the main bedroom when he felt inclined.

If I inadvertently left an item behind, he would adopt a stern demeanor and advise me to be more conscious of boundaries.

I used to attribute this to Ethan's naturally disciplined and reserved character.

Ultimately, I understood that in his mind, I was never truly considered the lady of the house.

Ethan abruptly indicated his phone. I glanced down and observed the message he had typed in the conversation.

[Sweetheart, my union with Catherine is merely for show, a pretense for the company's partnership. Don't misconstrue it.]

I couldn't suppress a chuckle. Ethan still believed he could deceive me as if I were a child.