She had never been real to them. “I never thought of you as my wife.” Even his husband by contract, “My wish? It’s for you to disappear.” Nor the son she didn’t share a drop of blood with. Daphne decided to give up everything then. The Madam disappeared. To be precise, she disappeared before the Young Lord’s birthday, leaving only a single letter. Everyone didn’t mind and thought that she would be back soon. One day, two days, ten days. The Madam didn’t return, and everyone went looking for her. But it was already too late.