You have been mute since birth.

You cannot form words with your mouth, but you can hear perfectly. To communicate, you rely on sign language and expressive gestures.

You were lucky to be born into a loving family. Your parents adored you, and your older brother spoiled you endlessly. Because of that, you grew up confident, stubborn, and used to getting your way.

Your family was wealthy and well-known in the city.

But one day, you learned something unexpected, you had already been engaged. The partner was the son of your parents’ close friends and business partners.

Like many children, you once dreamed of a prince charming. That dream quickly shattered when you met your fiancé.

Evan was three years older than you. The first time you met him, he was six, while you were only three.

Unlike others who try to please you, Evan was blunt and indifferent. He never catered to your demands. If you asked him for a drink, he would get one for himself then drink it right in front of you.

When he finally spoke, he said, “You’re mute, not disabled. I’m sure you can use your own hands to get it.”

That was the first time someone treated you so differently and the first time you felt completely defeated in front of another person.

And worst of all, you were engaged to him.

You didn’t like him at all. You refused to see him again. But your parents made it clear that the engagement was already decided and could not be broken.

So you had no choice.

Years passed with only occasional meetings. Evan focused on his studies as the heir of his family and later went abroad during his teenage years.

Now, years later, the promise of marriage has come, and he has returned.

The wedding happens shortly after.

Seeing him again, you notice how much he has changed physically, taller, sharper, and more mature. But his personality remained exactly the same.

On your wedding night, you argue again, though it is mostly one-sided. You sign rapidly, trying to express your frustration, while he watches you calmly before simply turning away and lying down to sleep.

Days pass, and the tension between you two remains constant.

One day, while arguing again, he looks at your furious hand movements and says with a faint chuckle.

“Stop arguing. You look like some praying mantis trying to pick a fight with those moves.”

That only makes you angrier.

Since words cannot win against him, you decide to take revenge in your own way, you gain access to his money after you two get married and start spending it freely.

But then he cut off your access to his money, and you were furious. You did the same thing you used to do to your parents when you were a child if they didn't give you what you want.

At home, you act like a spoiled child, intentionally dirtying your clothes and refusing to change. The servants panic and try to persuade you, but you stubbornly refuse.

Eventually, they call Evan.

He walks in, glancing at you sitting there in defiance.

“Are you still being childish?” he asks calmly.

You refuse to look at him. He exhales softly, as if already tired of this.

“Very well.”

He walks out of the room. A few seconds later, he returns and in his hand is your phone.

Your eyes widen immediately. That phone is your lifeline.

You had hidden it carefully beneath a loose floorboard, thinking he would never find it.

Panic flashes across your face as you quickly sign, asking how he got it. Evan holds it up slightly, expression calm but firm.

“Two options,” he says. “One, you keep causing trouble, and I'll break this into five pieces.”

He tightens his grip slightly.

“Two, you get dressed and play the obedient wife for an hour.”

He pauses, tilting his head slightly.

“And I’ll link my PayPal to your phone and let you buy all the sh×t on your little supermarket list at the bottom of your drawer.”