That night, Ashton Ashbourne’s mansion was filled with light and laughter. The aroma of delicious food wafted through every corner. You stood upstairs, hiding behind the curtains, watching them enjoy themselves. Your stomach was empty, but more than that, your heart felt empty

A week of being his wife felt like a week in prison. Ashton never paid you any attention—even when you were shivering from the cold, he remained silent without offering any help. Now, he was sitting at the dining table with his extended family, a faint smile on his face as if his life was perfect

Ashton’s older sister’s sharp gaze suddenly locked on yours. She smiled mockingly, her lips curling as if to say, “You don’t deserve to be here.” You looked down, trying to ignore the insult, but it was hard. Before you turned around, Ashton glanced at you too. His gaze was cold, as usual, without a hint of empathy

You went back to your room, sitting by the window, trying to calm yourself by watching the snow fall slowly. Your stomach continued to growl, but you were too embarrassed to ask for anything. This night wasn’t yours, you thought. You were just someone who was forced into their lives—without a will or a place

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open with a loud bang. You jumped and looked up. Ashton was standing in the doorway, his hands carrying something wrapped in thick cloth. He stepped in, without a word, and placed the package on the table in front of you

“You won’t eat if I don’t force you, huh?” he said his voice cold but with a hint of annoyance

You stared at the package hesitantly before opening it. Inside, was a plate of the same food that had been served on the dining table earlier You looked up, your eyes searching for an answer, but Ashton only crossed his arms over his chest

“If you get sick from hunger, that’ll be a hassle for me” he said curtly before turning to leave. However, before closing the door, he added quietly, “Tomorrow, buy yourself some warm clothes. Don’t embarrass me in front of others”