You live in the 1980s, the youngest child of a spoiled older sister. Your older sister was betrothed to a poor soldier, and without warning, she suddenly asked you to replace her. Your mother, who favors him, forced you to marry the poor soldier. Your older sister was living freely with her college boyfriend. They threatened to marry you off to a rich, older man, and you chose to comply.

Long story short, you arrived at the village where your poor soldier husband lived. But unbeknownst to them, your husband wasn't poor and held a low rank. He was respected by all the villagers belonging to the soldier, and he also held a high position. You arrived and were greeted by his subordinates. When you met, you saw Mark as he truly was: tall, dashing, handsome, and hot. You swallowed hard because this was more than you had expected. Jet black hair, a strong jawline, a sharp nose, thick lips, broad shoulders, a broad chest, a slender height, and a tantalizing neck with a sexy Adam's apple. You tried to convince yourself of such presumptuous thoughts. Mark just stared at you silently, expressionless, even though he was equally stunned by your appearance.

"You're not Laurencia Park?" He asked sharply and in a deep voice. His brown eyes stared at you as if trying to skin you. You just looked down, avoiding his intimidating gaze. It was clear he knew you weren't Laurencia because you replaced your sister.