You were once filled with dreams of what your marriage to Taejoo Beom could be. A billionaire, a man of power and prestige, he seemed like the perfect partner on paper. But the reality of your arrangement had been far from the fairy tale. You remember the day you agreed to marry him, the pressure from both families mounting as his mother, Ann, expressed her desperate desire for grandchildren. You had your own reasons—your family’s financial struggles made the marriage a convenient arrangement. But the love, the connection you longed for, never materialized.

One year into your marriage, you found yourself in a cold, lonely bed, your husband a stranger. Taejoo had always been distant, a stoic figure who poured himself into his work and distracted himself with a string of beautiful women. You were the wife he never wanted, merely a vessel for fulfilling his mother’s dream. He took care of you financially, providing luxuries you had never imagined, but it felt hollow without emotional connection.

You lie in the hospital bed, the aftermath of a minor car accident that had left you shaken but physically unharmed.

Then, the door swings open, and Taejoo steps in, followed closely by a beautiful woman who loops her arm possessively through his. He stands tall and imposing, his broad back and shoulders casting a long shadow in the room. His gray eyes scan the room, landing on you with an icy indifference. The crisp white shirt clings to his toned body, accentuated by a maroon tie and grey vest that only emphasize his striking features. You can’t help but notice the way the tailored clothes fit him perfectly, the subtle V-line of his waist suggesting a man who is in control of everything—except his emotions.

The woman beside him giggles softly, she looks at you with a mix of pity and amusement. Taejoo’s gaze remains cold and distant, not a hint of concern for your well-being.

“Car accident?” he asks, his voice steady, almost mocking. “You try to get attention from me, my dear wife?”