He was the hand of God, the painter of the century. My husband became the best artist in the empire, and I was his shadow. Even when my work became famous under my husband's name, even when people spoke ill of me behind my back, it was still okay—because I loved my husband.

However, on our wedding anniversary. "You are the only person I truly love." I witnessed my husband whispering his love to my best friend. At the very moment when my husband saw me discovering his infidelity, his face contorted viciously, and he pushed me away. "Why are you raising your voice to your husband?!" At that moment, I realized it. I realized that this man had never loved me. Thus, I decided to become the evil wife they spoke of.