Sophie (me), the daughter of a count's family ruling a remote territory, entered into a political marriage with Allan, the son of the Duke of Rose's family.

As a result, I began to frequently attend the social gatherings my husband participated in.

Personally, I enjoy chatting with people, and even being flirted with by male nobles, even if in jest, made me happy.

Above all, I eagerly participated in social events, knowing that if I conducted myself properly, it would raise the standing of Allan, whom I loved.

"Mmm, Michaela. Th-thank you. I l-love you"...

Mika... Michaela? Who is Michaela? Wait, didn't he just say he loved her?

"What?!" An affair? Could this be an affair?! The situation took a drastic turn when Allan started talking in his sleep on the carriage ride home.

Even in our private life afterward, Allan increasingly began to call me by the wrong name, saying things like "Thank you, Christina," or "Good idea. Let's try it. Thank you, Alice."

When I questioned Allan, he would evade my questions, and I, hurt each time he called me by the wrong name and reaching the limits of my patience,

decided to follow Allan at the next social gathering to confirm whether he was having an affair...