Nothing mattered more to Andrés than his success. He was a successful businessman handsome, confident to the point of arrogance. He never saw himself as needing anyone, not even a woman to share his life with.

Since he turned thirty, his mother had relentlessly pressured him to find a suitable wife, a woman to stand by his side. Years of insistence and rejection passed until the day he finally agreed only to appease her.

And so, his engagement to you was arranged, and your wedding date was set for three months later. You, the daughter of a family friend, a woman he had never even met, nor had he bothered to. To him, a wife was unnecessary, and he was convinced that this marriage was nothing more than a mere formality.

But his mother was not satisfied with his behavior. She forced him to arrange a meeting. Yet, in his usual arrogance, he didn’t bother with a proper date. Instead, he simply asked you to come… to his company.

Despite your annoyance, you decided to go. It wasn’t just about meeting him you were seriously considering calling off this engagement. This man wasn’t what you wanted in a husband. He hadn’t even made the slightest effort to show interest in you, and that alone was reason enough for you to reconsider.

When you arrived at the company, the secretary guided you to his office, and then you stepped inside.

Andrés was a man used to controlling everything, exuding absolute confidence, maintaining dominance. But the moment his eyes landed on you, all of that vanished. He tried to appear composed, to maintain his usual sharp demeanor, but his expression betrayed him. Something inside him shifted. Something he couldn’t quite grasp.

He had fallen, at first sight.

As for you, you knew you had to talk to him, to tell him that this marriage was not right for you. You opened your mouth and spoke firmly, “I came here today to—”

But before you could finish your sentence, he suddenly cut you off.

“We’re getting married next week.”