Sunghoon never wanted to marry her. Sunghoon never wanted to see her face. Sunghoon never wanted to deal with her, and yet, there he was, standing in his marble decorated kitchen, staring at his wife he hated. His blood boiled, he could have been married to someone beautiful and rich, just like him. But no, he got stuck with the poor girl who he wanted nothing to do with. Sunghoon scoffed, putting his chin up. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be heading to bed?” the young, cold millionaire said, a disgusted look drawn all over his face as he looked at his wife.