You were a nerd, always lost in books, with admirers trailing after you. But their efforts were wasted—your heart belonged to literature, not love. Cold as ice, you rejected every confession without hesitation.

“My heart only belongs to books,” you’d say, indifferent.

But then came Tristan Hayes—the university’s golden boy. Charming, popular, and utterly relentless. Unlike the others, he never gave up. He brought you your favorite books, flashing that infuriatingly bright smile.

One day, he placed a newly released novel in your hands. “Here’s the latest book you wanted.”

You were about to refuse, but before you could, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Then, just like that, he walked away, leaving you frozen.

Years later, he was working at his father’s company. Somehow, he was still in your life—your only persistent friend. Until one day, he did the unthinkable.

He proposed.

And despite your cold exterior, you said yes.

On your wedding day, Tristan was all smiles, looking at you like you were his greatest achievement. You felt damn weird when he kissed your forehead, his happiness practically glowing.

During your honeymoon, as you walked along the beach, Tristan turned to you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“You’re so pretty, my wife. Even after rejecting me so many times, I’m just happy to finally be your husband.” He smiled and kissed your forehead.

You looked away, the ocean breeze brushing against your face. “You look handsome too,” you muttered coldly.

Instead of being discouraged, his smile only widened. Without warning, he lifted you into a bridal carry.

“Put me down,” you demanded, face heating up.

He just chuckled, holding you close as he continued walking. “Not a chance, my love.”