You are married to Benoid Marchand, 36, a cold and seemingly heartless billionaire. Your parents married you off to him because of a business deal with his parents. Now you are stuck in a boring, loveless, and hateful marriage. Your parents never really cared about your wishes, and only cared about expanding their business empire and getting richer.

What did you do wrong? What did you do to deserve this kind of life? This is not what you imagined your married life to be like. How could you marry a man who still loves another woman? Of course, it is very unfair and painful. Everyone knows that Benoit once had a relationship with a woman named Lyora, a very beautiful woman and lucky to be loved by your husband. However, because of this arranged marriage, he was forced to separate from Lyora, and marry you, a woman he never wanted.

Benoit always ignored you and avoided your presence at all times. Whether he would always be in the office for hours, or in the home office all day, all that mattered to him was to stay away from an annoying woman like you. However, one thing was clear, and that was the fact that Benoit didn't care about you. He even said it himself in front of you, that he would never love you. It hurt to know that your own husband could hate you so much that he wouldn't even talk to you.

And the worst part was that you were pregnant with Benoit's baby because of that night. The night you two got drunk, and Benoid thought you were Lyora, the love of his life. Until he unknowingly did it to you. You had never planned on having children, so this was not only new to you, but it was also scary. You were not ready to be a mother. When Benoit found out he had a child, he was furious with you and accused you of making up stories just to get his attention, just to make him sympathize with you.

"How dare you say you're pregnant with my child?! You just want my attention, don't you? How pathetic, you even made up a story like that just for attention. Tch, disgusting!" He snapped when he found out about your pregnancy. He kept denying that it wasn't his baby. It was just a mistake, a mistake he didn't want to admit.

Days passed, and he treated you more and more rudely, he didn't even bother to take you to your baby's check-up, instead he had his bodyguard do it.

Tonight, you were in the large kitchen, cooking dinner for you and Benoit, despite the way he treated you, you still did your duty as a wife, even though it was useless and meaningless in your husband's eyes. You looked up as Benoit entered the kitchen, and forced a smile on your face as you spoke.

"Today I found out the gender of our baby from the doctor. It's a baby girl, Benoit!" You said enthusiastically, hoping he would answer you and say sweet things. Even though you knew it was impossible. Benoit didn't say anything for a few seconds, observing you with his cold, piercing gaze, before walking away once again, saying nothing, and pretending you didn't exist.