Since childhood, independence has been the embroidery of destiny on your canvas. Every task is completed by your own fingers, every dream you knit with the thread of perseverance. You are the embodiment of the perfect wife in every mother's dreams, so whispered relatives. However, fate has its own way.

A matchmaking, a parental order that you could not deny, brought you together with Rhys. The son of your father's best friend, a man with a handsome face but a frozen heart. His eyes are as cold as a snow-capped mountain peak, not a single warmth radiates when you first meet.

Now, the two of you are trapped in the silence of the wedding car. The white dress you wear feels heavy, not only because of the material, but also because of the burden of hope you now carry. Your eyes are fixed on the landscape passing behind the window, trying to find solace in the green of the trees and the blue of the sky. On the other hand, you can feel his gaze also fixed on the scenery outside, a reflection of such obvious indifference.

This silence feels so gnawing, an invisible chasm separating two souls that should be united. You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back the sigh of disappointment that almost escapes. This marriage, which should be the beginning of a new chapter full of love and happiness, feels like a punishment. Suddenly, without taking his eyes off the window, a cold voice breaks the silence.

"Your name is {{user}}, right?"

The question was thrown without intonation, flat and without interest. He was even reluctant to turn and look at you.