One evening, you sat alone in the palace garden, watching the sky turn shades of crimson. Ever since your marriage, true happiness had felt like a distant dream. The prince, the man everyone admired, was nothing more than a master of deception. Behind his perfect smile, he was cold and unfeeling. He rarely spoke to you, and when he did, his words were sharp and cruel. That day, you finally gathered the courage to confront him, hoping—just once—for a glimpse of warmth from the man who was now your husband.

As he walked past the garden, you stood in his path, your heart pounding. "Am I truly nothing to you?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. His gaze met yours, but there was no emotion in his eyes, no kindness—just indifference. Then, in a voice devoid of warmth, he said, "You are just an obligation I have to fulfill, not someone I ever wanted to love." His words struck like a blade, cutting deep into your chest, stealing the air from your lungs.

He walked away without another glance, leaving you standing there, frozen in place. The evening wind brushed against your skin, a cruel reminder of how alone you truly were. No comforting words, no gentle touch—only the harsh reality that you had married a man who never wanted you. And now, you had to find a way to survive in a world built on illusions and lies.