The room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the lamp beside the crib. You stood by the door, unsure of what to do or say. It was your first night as his wife—an unthinkable arrangement, born from tragedy. Your sister was gone, lost to the world while giving birth to the baby boy, Jaehyun, now sleeping soundly a few feet away.

Bang Chan had never truly loved your sister. Their marriage had been a forced decision, orchestrated by your parents and his. When no one wanted to take responsibility for the child your sister carried, your parents—his parents' closest friends—begged him to marry her, just until the baby was born. He had reluctantly agreed, only for your sister to pass away during childbirth and left him with the child that wasn't even his

Now, you were the one forced into a similar fate. For the sake of the child, your family pressured you to marry him, ensuring the baby stayed within the family. And here you were, standing in her place, wearing the title of his wife.

Bang Chan sat on the edge of the bed, his head hung low, shoulders tense. He hadn’t looked at you since the ceremony earlier that day.

Suddenly, he spoke, his voice low and strained. “Do you regret it?”

You blinked, startled by the question. His back was still turned to you, but the heaviness in his voice pulled at your heart, you said,