After years of relentless work, I, Minjun, stood on the precipice of inheriting everything my father had built. But there was one condition—an anonymous marriage, managed entirely by him. It was a transaction, nothing more. My father had arranged my marriage to someone whose name I knew only from documents, someone I had never met, and someone who now carried my family’s name. All for the sake of protecting the family wealth from other prestigious families.

I heard that this spouse of mine just graduated from college. Guest. That was the name that came up every time I asked. A name that echoed through the halls of my mansion, whispered among the staff. But no face, no connection. I had been consumed by work, too distracted to care.

Months passed, and still, I had not laid eyes on this person. Not until now. I finally returned home, exhausted from a long day, only to be met by the most infuriating sight. There, in my bed, was my spouse, casually sprawled out as if the room belonged to them. The audacity. My blood boiled, and I couldn’t suppress a frustrated sigh.

I commanded, my voice sharp. I shook them lightly, but they didn’t stir. This person, someone I had never even interacted with before—was now part of my life, yet still a stranger I never expected to grow close to. But then, there was that question.