Chapter 4: Visiting Hubby

In fact, her dear little sister was right about one thing. That is…

Things needed to be made right.

In the days that followed, Ella stayed within the vast mansion, doing nothing but sleeping all day and eating the meals delivered to her room by the household staff.

In her past life, she had always been too busy dragged here and there, scheming, crying, plotting.

Beauty sleep was something that had always escaped her.

But in this life?

She couldn't help but treasure it.

The servants in the mansion didn’t speak to her. They didn’t even lift their heads to look at her.

And honestly, she gave herself the credit.

She had tormented them in every way she could shouting, accusing, making impossible demands all in hopes that it would provoke Adrian into kicking her out.

Some of the staff had even been punished because of her stunts.

Eventually, they had grown cold and distant.

They still served her with the utmost professionalism and respect just without a hint of warmth.

And that was fine.

Because for the entire week, Adrian didn’t show up.

No texts, no calls, not even a passing shadow.

Not surprising.

The man barely lived in the mansion.

However, every time she hatched a plan whether it was to run away, break something, or fake an illness he would appear.

Like clockwork.

Like some kind of raging bull with a sixth sense for her nonsense.

Hah.

Amazing Spidey senses. They must tingle at very specific times.

If it weren’t for those dramatic, perfectly timed appearances, Ella might have forgotten she even had a husband.

But alas… Adrian never let it get to that stage.

After a week of doing nothing but sleep, idle, and stare at ceilings, Ella finally snapped.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

On the eighth day, she climbed out of bed and headed to her closet in search of something decent to wear.

Not that she didn’t have clothes but everything in there was from her modeling days.

A good two or three sizes smaller than what would comfortably fit her now.

Wearing any of them would have her bulging out like a stuffed dumpling.

In her previous life, she had been delusional clinging to the image of her 19-year-old self and refusing to accept change.

She refused to accept her weight gain, her fall from grace, her failures.

She held on to these clothes like they were her only lifeline to who she used to be.

Now?

She rolled her eyes at the thought.

After some rummaging, she finally pulled out an oversized black top which fit like a regular tee now paired it with a black pleated midi skirt, and threw a dark grey overcoat on top to tie the outfit together.

After a little self-check and mirror twirl, she was satisfied.

She made her way downstairs.

“Miss Yu, are you… heading out…?” one of the servants asked, cautiously stepping forward while bowing.

A few more staff had gathered in the grand hall, peeking curiously from the shadows.

Their stuttering voices betrayed their panic.

She’s not eloping, is she? Is she going to cuckold the Master again? If we tell him, will we get punished too? Lord have mercy!

“I want to visit my hubby!” Ella beamed radiant like a sunflower.

Bam!

Crash!

Boom!

The chef dropped his spatula.

The cleaner slipped on the freshly mopped floor.

Two young maids bumped into each other and tumbled over like dominoes.

“Please make the necessary arrangements as per my needs,” Ella continued, all smiles and no mercy.

“M-Miss Yu, you must not!” the head servant finally snapped back to herself and rushed forward.

“Hm? Did he say I’m not allowed to visit him at work?” Ella asked, tilting her head and pouting like a wilted flower, pressing her index fingers together in mock innocence.

“That’s not it...” the woman stammered, clearly at a loss.

Ella hid her smirk.

Exactly.

Adrian had her under strict surveillance.

But he never explicitly forbade her from going anywhere.

As long as she wasn’t cheating or trying to escape, he let her do as she pleased even if that meant walking into hell or heaven because he was confident that she would always come crawling back.

And even if she didn’t…he’d drag her back.

Finally, her requests were granted.

As they exited the mansion, Ella spotted three lone roses hanging on the tall gates.

Her eyes sparkled.

An hour later, the luxury sedan came to a halt in front of a towering skyscraper.

The driver opened the door, and Ella stepped out.

She craned her neck but even when she stood at her full height, she couldn’t see the top of the building.

‘King Empires’.

Impressive as always.

As she entered the building, she immediately felt like half the population was staring at her.

Hmm?

Was she too pretty, or did they recognize her as the infamous Lady Boss?