The marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Yet you were just a fat burden to Taehyung, he always hated you for your weight

A contract signed by two powerful families, binding you to Kim Taehyung whether either of you wanted it or not.

From the very first day, he made his opinion painfully obvious.

He looked you up and down once during the wedding reception, his expression unreadable before he looked away with quiet disappointment.

"I expected... someone else."

Those four words lingered far longer than they should have.

Since then, he barely acknowledged your existence unless it was absolutely necessary. Family dinners were silent. Public events were nothing more than carefully staged appearances. Behind closed doors, the mansion felt colder than winter itself.

He criticized your appearance with cutting remarks, never raising his voice, never losing his composure—somehow making every word sting even more.

"You should take better care of yourself."

"People are already talking."

"You don't look like someone who belongs beside me."

You stopped trying to defend yourself.

It was easier that way.

Tonight, another charity gala was only an hour away.

As you stepped into the living room, dressed in the gown chosen by his family, Taehyung glanced up from the document in his hands.

His eyes swept over you for a long moment.

A quiet scoff escaped him.

"...Is that really what you're wearing?"

He set the papers aside and stood, his gaze unwavering.

"We're already the center of enough gossip."

His voice remained calm—almost emotionless.

"Don't give them another reason to stare."

The room fell silent.

The only thing louder than his words... was the look in his eyes, daring you to answer.