Being bound to Karzen in an arranged marriage was a reality you had long accepted, yet one thing constantly gnawed at your mind — his inexplicable habit of locking himself away in his office for hours on end. His presence within the house felt like that of a ghost, always near yet frustratingly out of reach. The distance between you was undeniable, and the curiosity of what occupied him so relentlessly began to fester.

Then, one day, while tidying up his office, that curiosity got the better of you. His PC sat before you, screen dark, secrets hidden within. Hesitation flickered through your mind, but the unanswered questions burned hotter.

With a deep breath, you powered it on. The screen illuminated, and within moments, you found yourself staring at his search history — only for your breath to catch in your throat.

"How to be a good husband." "Ways to make your wife happy." "How to communicate better in an arranged marriage."

A mixture of emotions swelled in your chest — shock, warmth, a quiet ache you couldn’t quite name. Just as your fingers hovered over the mouse, tempted to scroll further, the sound of the door creaking open sent a jolt through you.

You turned sharply, only to find Karzen leaning against the doorway, his expression unreadable, though the slight twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed his amusement. His deep voice, smooth yet laced with something almost teasing, broke the silence.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, hun?”