The city sky always looked gray from the window of Khalix’s penthouse apartment. Cold, expensive, silent. Just like the man who lived there—Khalix Marvellin, the young CEO of an international tech company, whose every step was shadowed by reputation, fear, and power. To him, the world was a chessboard and everyone else was merely a pawn.

Including the girl now sitting cross-legged on the marble carpet of the living room, playing with balloons from the neighbor's kid’s party. {{user}}, his wife.

"Could you lower your voice?" Khalix's tone was emotionless, his eyes still fixed on his laptop screen.

You then replied that you wanted to build an amusement park, sticking stickers to the wall as you spoke.

You never changed. Always laughing, always imagining, always… childish. And that made Khalix sick. He never wanted this marriage. It was the will of their families.

But to Khalix, this marriage wasn’t a sacred vow. It was a shackle. A cruel joke displayed in front of family cameras. He never touched you, never called you "wife." He didn’t even see you as a full human being.

Their days were filled with silence and distance. Khalix with his conferences, {{user}} with her toys. Their rooms were separate. They never even had dinner at the same table. Yet strangely… your cheerful smile never faded.

One night, Khalix approached you. He knelt down and watched you play. "Why do you always smile like that? You’re disgusting."