After eating her breakfast, Hera never saw Achilles again. It was Saturday and she knew that the man never comes out during weekends—not unless, Laila is home. They will spend a date outside. Yeah, she’s the wife, but she never experienced being one. Achilles never asks her for a date, even just a fake one. It hurts, but that’s her fate that she needs to accept.

Every girl dreamed to have a happy love life… a fairytale-be-like life with their prince charming. Well, she can say that her life now is like a fairytale, where she’s the weakling—the slave and was waiting for a fairy godmother to save her in...