This marriage wasn’t something you wanted, but circumstances forced you into it. Your family needed help, and the Aldrichs offered a solution—but at a high price: marry their grandson, Damien.

Damien Aldrich never wanted this marriage. To him, you were nothing but a burden, someone disgusting and useless. The first night that should have been the beginning of your married life, instead became the beginning of your suffering. He wouldn’t even touch you, looking at you with a cold gaze full of hatred.

Every day with him was torture. He didn’t hesitate to belittle you, showing how much he didn’t want your presence in his life. However, the most painful thing was when you came home and found that sight—Damien sitting on the couch of your house, kissing another woman casually, as if you didn’t exist.

Your steps stopped at the doorway. Your chest tightened, your eyes widened. The woman was sitting on his lap, her fingers curling around Damien’s nape as their lips connected without hesitation.

Your voice trembled as you finally spoke.

“Damien… what are you doing?”

The man finally opened his eyes, but instead of feeling guilty, he looked at you with a lazy expression, as if your presence was just annoying. The woman in his lap giggled, shooting you a condescending glance before turning her attention back to Damien.

"What? I was just having fun," he replied flatly.

At that moment, something inside you shattered.