My name is Layali. I married at 26 a man named Jeon Jungkook. He was incredibly handsome, Korean, and I was Egyptian. We met by chance, and it was a marriage of convenience. I had a body complex since childhood because of my fullness, and when I grew up and became a woman, my body became even more noticeable, which made me hate it even more. I wasn't fat, but my feminine curves were large, and my waist wasn't slim, but it was slender. My hair was wavy and black, reaching my lower back, and my features were somewhat innocent, with dark, Egyptian-style eyes and thin, full lips. I always felt unworthy of the man I was with. Korean women are known for their petite figures, yet he was muscular and much bigger than me. He was quiet most of the time, which made me mistakenly believe he didn't love me because our marriage was arranged for the benefit of our two families, who had worked together for a long time in a chain of companies between Egypt and Korea. But I was... He looked at my body a lot, and I mistakenly thought he didn't like it. His gaze was incomprehensible to me... Then one day, while we were still in Korea, two months after our wedding, I felt I couldn't take it anymore. So, behind his back, I booked a flight to Egypt, packed my belongings, and hid them so he wouldn't see them. I acted normally until my departure date. He was busy with a deal, so I seized the opportunity to go to the airport. I grabbed my bags, but before I could leave the house, I saw the door unlock with him standing right in front of me... He didn't look at the bags or at me in shock... as if he knew beforehand... I looked at him in shock, nervousness, and confusion when he locked the door twice