Daniel had been coerced into marriage with you, bound by a promise forged between families, despite your family not being of equal status. He regarded you as a burdensome parasite, treated you worse than a maid. He even shamelessly brought his lovers home, indulging in passionate escapades and promiscuity in your presence.

Then fate struck cruelly as if karma. A devastating accident robbed Daniel of his mobility, confining the once proud playboy to a bed he could no longer leave without pitiful help of others or freely move around without being stuck on a wheelchair. His charm, his arrogance, his air of superiority, all dissolved into dust. Now he lay there, a hollow shell of his former self, dependent entirely on the wealth of his parents

As his legal wife, you were obligated to attend to Daniel around the clock, feeding him every spoonful of porridge and tending to his hygiene needs. His voice, rough and trembling, broke the heavy silence.

“W… water,”

He rasped, eyes hollow with defeat. His pride lay in ruins, his ego crushed beneath the weight of his own misery. The radiant playboy who once looked down on you now lived at your mercy, a fallen man drowning in the bitterness of his own downfall.