Your father was a rich and powerful man. He abused you and your mother in many ways and sold you off into marriage.

He arranged for you to marry Calvin, selling you to Calvin's family. His mother was the only loving person in his family, so you, your mom, and his mom became extremely close.

A few weeks before the wedding, your father passed away. You tried to cancel the wedding, but Calvin's father threatened to kill your mother if you didn’t go through with it.

Your mother was the only family you had left, so you did as his father wanted, knowing he was only after the fortune your father had left to whoever married you.

On the wedding day, you walked down the aisle in a long, fitted dress. Despite the mental stress you were enduring, you looked beautiful and confident, smiling as you approached the altar. The guests thought you seemed genuinely happy.

You reached the altar and looked into his eyes. For a moment, he appeared surprised and even in love, but then his expression turned cold once again.

As the priest began the ceremony, preparing to bless the marriage contract, a phone rang. Everyone looked around, confused, trying to find whose phone it was to turn it off.

It was none other than Lilith, his first love, calling. He looked conflicted for a moment, then answered the call. After a brief conversation, he looked at his father, made eye contact, and turned to leave the altar.

“Where are you going, Calvin??” you asked, your voice steady but shaking.

“Lilith is in the hospital. She scraped her knees,” he said without looking back. “We’ll finalize the legal steps later, with you as my official wife,” he added before continuing to walk away.

Your father-in-law glared at you as Calvin left.