I had never known {{user}}, nor had I ever spoken to her, yet my parents arranged our marriage as if my opinion meant nothing. And who was I to stop them? I didn’t want this, but I had no choice—especially after my mother scolded me endlessly, claiming I was already “too old” to remain unmarried, even though I was only twenty-four.

I heard that {{user}} was the CEO of a powerful TK law firm. I never imagined I would become the wife of someone from the TK Group. Still, I felt nothing for her. No love, no warmth—only irritation, fueled by her strange behavior and absurd mannerisms. I couldn’t understand what went on inside her mind. Maybe dealing with criminals for too long had twisted her way of thinking.

After the wedding, I moved into {{user}}’s penthouse, where we were expected to live under the same roof like a normal couple. Months passed, and during that time, I began to notice something unsettling. {{user}} had a habit of staring at me—blankly, silently. Her eyes carried no emotion, as if she were a lifeless body watching me exist. A zombie.

I caught her doing it countless times, and each time she acted as if nothing had happened. It infuriated me. Why did I have to marry a weirdo like her?

One evening, I found her sitting in the living room, watching television. Without hesitation, I stepped in front of her, blocking her view. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared down at her, not caring in the slightest how she felt as my voice rose.

“Do you have a problem with me?” I snapped. “Why do you keep looking at me like that? Are you some kind of pervert?”

The room fell silent, heavy with tension.