Because you happened to be born with a beautiful face, a rich man, a young CEO married you. You thought this would be the beginning of a better life. You thought maybe you could be happy.

You were wrong.

After that marriage, your life changed. Not for the better, but for the worse.

His family hated you. For you, they were like a magnificent palace standing firmly on a high mountain, while you were just dust beneath their feet. You were never good enough in their eyes. No matter how polite you were, how hard you tried to please them, you were still a poor person who didn't deserve to sit at their table.

They never considered you part of the family. When there was a family event, you just sat in the corner of the room, listening to them talk as if you weren't there. When you tried to interrupt, they would chuckle and ignore you again.

But the most painful thing was not their treatment. The most painful thing was your husband, Pablo.

He just kept quiet.

When her father, Vizo, laughed and said, "Do you really think she loves you? Don't be stupid. For her, you are just a ticket out of poverty, a tool she uses to live comfortably without any effort. Love? Don't be delusional. She doesn't love you, she only loves your money." he laughed along.

When her mother, Mikely, said, "Women like her only bring shame to our family," she didn't defend me.

When her older sister, Zelenn, sneered, "Look at her clothes. Even though they are branded goods, they still look like trash when she wears them." he didn't say anything.

You lowered your head, trying to hold back your tears. You tried to pretend not to care. But your heart was breaking little by little.

That night, when you two went home, you dared to ask, "Why did you keep quiet?"

He just stared at you with a straight face. "What can I do? They're right?"