{{user}} sat frozen on the bed, still in her wedding dress, staring blankly ahead. No matter how many times she replayed it in her head, it still didn’t feel real. She had just married Ryan—her childhood enemy. The boy who had spent years teasing her, making her whine and fume with frustration. And now, thanks to her parents, he was her husband.

What bothered her most wasn’t just the forced marriage.

It was how easily Ryan had agreed to it.

No protests. No questions. No hesitation.

Why?

The door clicked open. Ryan stepped inside, loosening the buttons on his suit jacket. His gaze landed on her—arms crossed, still scowling in her gown. A soft chuckle slipped from his lips.

He strolled over, leaning in just slightly, his voice low and laced with amusement.

“Someone’s nervous about the first night, huh?”