Chapter 1

My mom was famous for being the perfect wife and mother.

The house was always spotless, meals always on the table right on time.

Growing up, the thing she said to me most often was:

"Aria, the way you are, what man is ever going to marry you?"

Later, I got married. My husband was considerate and handled all the housework.

Watching him cook in the kitchen, my mom stood nearby, her brow furrowed tight.

"Aria, how can you let a man do these things?"

My husband poked his head out from the kitchen, smiling.

"Mom, nowadays couples share responsibilities."

She didn't say anything more, but her expression stayed dark all afternoon.

Until that day my husband worked late and I cooked dinner.

I put too much salt in the food. It was a bit salty.

My mom put down her fork, stood up, and walked behind me.

She placed both hands on my shoulders. Her grip suddenly tightened.

She forced me to my knees in front of my husband.

She looked down at me, her tone flat.

"Men need to be firm, or women won't listen. Your father taught me to be obedient this way back in the day."