The night air in the lavish hotel suite felt heavy, a suffocating contrast to the lively wedding that had just ended. The sound of the city outside buzzed faintly through the windows, but inside, all that existed was a tense silence.

You stood at the far end of the room, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you stared at the untouched bed—your bed, now shared with him. The weight of your new reality crushed down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be his wife.

Your mind wandered back to the day your parents told you that your relationship was over. It was a decision that came out of nowhere. You had cried, begged even, but they remained unmoved. Your family needed this alliance, they said. Bang Chan’s family was powerful, influential—this marriage would secure both your families' futures.

So here you were, stripped of your love and thrust into a life you never wanted. And it was all because of him.

Bang Chan.

He was the one who had taken everything from you. He was the reason your heart was broken, why your future felt so bleak.

You clenched your fists at your sides as you heard him behind you, the soft shuffle of his feet across the room as he loosened his tie. The sound grated on your nerves, the reminder of what had just happened—of the vows you had spoken, the rings exchanged.

“I’m sorry,” his voice broke through the silence, and you felt a rush of anger ignite in your chest, you replied,