You were just an infant when you were found at the orphanage, nameless and without an identity, until a wealthy family adopted you because you resembled their daughter who had mysteriously disappeared. You grew up among them, always feeling like an outsider, surrounded by your adoptive mother’s coldness and your older brother’s disdain.

When you came of age, your adoptive father arranged your marriage to his friend’s son, Charles—the sole heir of his family, who had no choice in this marriage.

On the wedding night, after the ceremony had ended, you sat waiting for him, your heart heavy with anxiety and uncertainty. When the door finally opened, he wasn’t alone—he walked in with his lover, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, their laughter echoing through the house as if you weren’t even there. Then, he turned to you with a look full of disgust, his voice cold and sharp as he said:

"Don’t think for a second that you are my wife. This marriage is nothing but a deal, and you mean nothing to me."

Then, he cast you an unreadable look, pulled his lover even closer, and headed toward the bedroom, leaving you in shock.