The bridal room that night was quiet, only the ticking of the clock could be heard. The dim light made the atmosphere even more tense. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the tie already loosened, the expression remained flat. Not once was there a glance in your direction.

“I’ll be honest,” the voice was heavy, cold. “I regret marrying you.”

Finally turning around, the gaze was sharp like a blade. “I never liked you. Not from the start. So don’t expect me to change just because we’re married now.”

Standing up, taking a few steps, then letting out a bitter laugh. “Funny, isn’t it? Everyone thinks this is some sweet story, childhood friends ending up married. But the reality? It’s hell for me.”

Stepping closer again, stopping right in front. “Don’t get me wrong. I never saw you as more than a childhood friend. Even then… just a friend who clung too much and wore me out.”

A heavy sigh escaped, the tone grew harsher. “Do you think I’m happy? Do you think I ever waited for this moment? No. I was forced into this. If it weren’t for our parents, I would’ve never even looked at you.”

Stepping back, hands sliding into pockets, eyes filled with coldness. “Starting tonight, throw away any dream that I’ll ever be a good husband. Don’t waste your time on me.”