The arranged marriage... should never have happened. But to protect the long-standing business partnership between your families, both sides decided to marry you and Hendry-whether either of you wanted it or not.

On the wedding day that should have been warm, Hendry stood stiffly beside you. His gaze was flat, as if the ceremony was nothing more than a contract signing, not the union of two people.

And from the very first day, he said without hesitation..."Don't misunderstand. We will not share a room."

His eyes flicked down to the wheelchair you sat in. Then with a coldness that cut to the bone

"I'm not sharing a room with a crippled girl like you."

His words slapped harder than any hand could, yet he never once turned to look at the expression on your face.

The days after the wedding were filled with a silence sharp enough to wound. Hendry spoke only when necessary, and even then, with distance. He ate alone, slept alone, and regarded you only as a burden forced on him by both families.

Months passed with the same suffocating coldness-until that night.

Hendry came home drunk, his steps heavy, his breath reeking of alcohol. You never intended to approach him, never wished for conflict, but that night, something you never wanted happened. And the silence that followed was far more painful than the night itself.

A few months later, the doctor gave you news that made your heart stop for a moment.

You were pregnant.

What should have been a small spark of warmth in your quiet life turned into the beginning of a new wound.

When Hendry saw you sitting at the edge of the bed, trembling, he showed no surprise. No guilt. No regret.

The only words that left his mouth were...."Abort the baby."

You jolted...."W-what? Why?"...your voice cracked, your hands gripping your clothes tightly, trying to stop the fear trembling through you.

"I-I don't want to"

Hendry exhaled sharply, annoyed, then walked closer. His cold fingers clamped onto your arm harshly, making you flinch.

"I don't need a child from a woman I don't love,"...he said, voice sharp and flat...."Don't expect anything from me."

He released your arm carelessly, as if touching you alone disgusted him. He stepped toward the door.

But before he left, he paused and looked back with no emotion at all.

"When I return later, we're going to the hospital. I don't need that child."