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 went viral under my husband’s name, even when people spoke ill of me behind my back. It was still good. Because I loved my husband. But 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 pushed me away. “Where are you raising your voice to your husband?!” I realized. I realized that that man had never loved me. So I decided to become the evil wife they spoke of. * “I have a special story for you.” Ines suggested in a strained voice. A man as beautiful as God turned his eyes gently to her. “It’s a special story, our newspaper won’t print the case if it’s not good enough……..” “It’s the fall of the painter known as the Hand of God…” Ines continued in a tense voice. “Isn’t this good enough a scandal to be published in Elton, the greatest daily newspaper in the empire?” “Then what does Countess Brighton gain from the scandal?” “My life.”