Perfect Wife (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Prolog

The rain was pouring.

A veil of darkness covered the streets. On the wet, asphalt road, a sedan silently drove up before stopping completely. The falling raindrops were illuminated by the bright headlights before disappearing into the darkness once again.

A man was sitting in the back seat of the car, deep in thought. The raindrops fell violently on the roof of the car and trickled down the tinted windows. Beyond the rain-soaked windows sat a luxurious brick house. A yellow light was shining in the 4th floor window.

"Director?"

The driver called the director as if asking him a question. The director had suddenly asked him to stop once they arrived at the house, so the driver stopped driving and parked the car. The director didn't order him to head anywhere else and just sat there silently.

The driver wondered about the director's strange behavior and glanced at him through the rear view mirror.

In an immaculate, dark gray suit, his hair neatly swept up, eyes as dark as the night, the young man was surrounded by a cold, but elegant, aura. He seemed untouchable.

Lalisa Manoban. He was the eldest son of the LM corporate group as well as its director. No, it was more appropriate to call him the heir to the company. Lisa did not react to the driver's call. His hand was on his lap, and he was rubbing his thumb and index finger together.

"Let's go inside."

At his words, the car began to move once again. The gate to the parking garage went up as it made a whirring sound. The car's tail light lit up as it entered the garage.

How would he talk to his wife?

Lisa frowned in the heavy darkness.

He and his wife had to end it tonight. This marriage had failed. He agreed with his father's decision. Their marriage was one of 'convenience', and it changed according to the 'convenience' of it all. He knew it, and his wife knew it as well.

For those at the top 1% of the world, the morals and attitudes kept by ordinary people were not realistic. They were different. Different to their bones. They might even have different DNA.

For them, in their gigantic tower of Babel, family morals, marriage, and even human relationships as a whole were from a different dimension. They learned from a young age that this was the law to keep the status quo.

As usual, the house was quiet inside. Choi Myung, the butler, was waiting in front of the parking garage elevator. It was 11 PM, but the man was still wearing a full suit. He bowed his head slightly when he saw Lisa.

"Welcome back, sir."

Lisa briefly smirked. Choi Myung's greeting was a sign that he had returned home. He had probably heard Choi Myung's greetings more than he had heard from his parents or his siblings.

"Yes. Was everything fine here at home?"

After he became an adult, Lisa spoke to Choi Myung with respect. If he wasn't there during his stormy childhood, Lisa wouldn't have survived it. Now he was the butler that took care of the house.

"It has been quiet."

'It was quiet.' Lisa slightly furrowed his brow. That was just like his wife. She was always as quiet as a painting. She never opened her mouth easily. That was one of the reasons why he liked her.

Whenever he needed her, she was always by his side, smiling properly. She was like a decorative flower. A wife who accurately read the trends of high society and acted accordingly, benefitting him in the process. She was satisfactory the whole time they were together.