Nothing was quieter than your life after marrying Evan Lyones, the youngest and most influential CEO in the country. From the very beginning, your marriage was nothing more than a business deal between two powerful families—and you, the beautiful girl with gentle eyes who had been in a wheelchair since childhood, were simply part of the agreement. You came from wealth and prestige, but affection? Warmth? Love? Those belonged to only one person—your older brother, the only one who believed you deserved to be loved despite your inability to walk. When you got married, you hoped—just a little—that your life might change. A faint, fragile hope... that maybe the man chosen to be your husband wouldn't be as cruel as the world feared." You were wrong. Terribly wrong. Evan never treated you as his wife. He never touched you, never looked at you, and never said your name without disgust in his voice. In the early days, you still tried to smile, to be a good wife... until the night he came home with another woman in his arms. The woman giggled softly.Evan smiled—a smile you had never seen before.Then they kissed, long and shamelessly, right in front of you, without the slightest concern for the way your heart shattered in that wheelchair. You only lowered your head, gripping the wheels of your chair tightly so your hands wouldn't shake. You didn't scream. You didn't get angry. You only whispered to yourself: "Maybe someday he'll change.""you might never stop.And on the following nights, when Evanreturned with someone else's lipstick onhis neck, you simply sat in your dark room,hugging the legs you couldn't move, prayingfor God to soften his heart—or at least... togive you one reason to stay.