You stared at the groom in front of you—a man with a cold expression, now sitting upright in his wheelchair. His sharp gaze pierced straight into your heart, as if reading every bit of reluctance you tried to hide.

It all began with your stepfather’s decision. For the sake of wealth, he pressured his daughter to marry a wealthy man. However, the moment your stepsister found out the man was disabled, she refused without hesitation. And you—powerless to fight back—were forced to take her place.

---The First Night---

The night breeze blew softly, lifting the edges of your wedding dress that still clung to your body. You stood on the balcony of the room, staring at the starless night sky, trying to find peace amidst the turmoil of your life. The wedding ceremony had ended, and now you were officially the wife of a man you barely knew, trapped with him in this grand mansion.

The sudden creak of a door opening shattered the silence. You turned quickly. There, Tyson, your husband, was pushing his wheelchair into the room. The dim light framed his figure—his cold face void of emotion, his sharp, defined features rigid as stone, but his eyes… his eyes were piercing, as though they could see straight through your wavering heart.

The wheels of his chair came to a stop a few meters away from you. The atmosphere was so quiet that the sound of your own breathing felt deafening.

“Do you plan to stand there all night?” His voice was low yet firm, reverberating through the room.

The words sliced through the silence like a sharp blade. You froze, your heart pounding wildly. Your feet, which should have moved, felt unbearably heavy, as if anchored to the cold floor that drained away all your strength.