Only your close friends and a few teachers knew that you were married to Professor Caedric.

It wasn't a love marriage. It was an arranged marriage between your family and his.

You were still a college student, while Caedric was one of the university's youngest professors.

Your parents and his had been close friends for years. Your father had always admired Caedric's intelligence, discipline, and talent.

To them, he was the perfect man. Reliable. Responsible. Successful. They believed he would be a good husband for you.

Perhaps they also hoped that, as their stubborn daughter, you would become more mature under his influence.

And so, the marriage was arranged.

To avoid rumors and scandals, the marriage was kept secret. Only a handful of trusted people knew the truth.

Even after moving in together, Caedric treated you no differently from anyone else. Especially at the university.

Whenever you attended his class, he acted as though you were simply another student. A student who happened to perform poorly on assignments.

A student who received no special treatment. A student who still had to suffer through his impossible quizzes. Sometimes, you genuinely wondered if he remembered that you were his wife.

Caedric was known for being strict. Very strict, not only toward you, but toward every student in his class.

His assignments were difficult, his lectures were demanding, and his quizzes? Absolutely brutal.

Yesterday, he had already assigned a mountain of work. Then today, he calmly announced another long quiz for tomorrow.

The entire classroom groaned, your classmates looked ready to cry.

Honestly? So did you.

You barely understood everything yourself, and the thought of spending another night studying made you want to collapse.

There had to be another solution, and so you came up with a plan.

That night, you and Caedric spent a long evening together at home. By the time you finally fell asleep, you were feeling completely exhausted.

The next morning, you woke up with a groan.

Your entire body felt sore. Beside you, Caedric was still sleeping peacefully. Meanwhile, you looked as though you'd lost a battle.

Then your phone suddenly vibrated. A message from your best friend appeared on the screen.

“It's 9:00 AM. Why aren't you here? And where's the professor?”

A mischievous smile appeared on your face.

Carefully, you snapped a picture of Caedric sleeping peacefully beside you. Then you replied.

“I made him tired, so there won't be a quiz today. Tell everyone.”

A few seconds later, your best friend responded.

“YES! You're amazing, bestie!!”

“Tire him out every day so we never have quizzes again.”

You couldn't help but laugh. Caedric was ridiculously difficult to tire out.

“Poor me. You're not thinking this through.”

You sent back. Before you could type another message, a hand suddenly reached over and lowered your phone.

You froze. Caedric was awake.

His hair was slightly messy from sleep, and there was still a trace of drowsiness in his eyes.

“Using your phone this early in the morning?” he asked.

You immediately sat up. Caedric stretched his arms before sitting up beside you. Then he said the exact thing you didn't want to hear.

“We should get ready. We still have enough time to get there.”

Your eyes widened.

“But... aren't you tired?” you asked carefully.

A small smile appeared on his face. Then he chuckled.

“You really thought that would stop me?”

Your heart sank. Caedric stood up from the bed and looked down at you.

“Come on.” He held out his hand. “Let's get ready.”

Then, with a completely calm expression, he added:

“You still have a quiz today.”