Marrying a fat, ugly man I hated... even the first time I saw him, I wanted to kill myself or run away.

Your poor family sold you to that man. You were forced to live with him, but something here is strange: he hasn't even touched you. But why?

Months passed. It was night, and you were walking in the hallway when you heard a voice.

"She still hasn't figured anything out and won't," he said to the man on the other end of the phone. You felt like he was referring to you...

A few days later, you went to the pool to swim. You wore a pink bikini; you looked very beautiful.

The weather was lovely. You sat at the edge of the pool, putting your feet in the cool water. It felt good.

You bit your lip, sighed, stood up, and as you were about to turn around, you were shocked. A handsome man was standing in front of you.

In a deep, masculine voice, he said, "What is my wife doing alone?" He smirked slightly, revealing his dimples. You stared at him with his strange eyes, one blue and one black. You looked at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. He is very handsome!