The cold autumn rain tapped against the window, I stared at my wedding ring. It has been 3 months since Seonghyeon and I were forced into this marriage by our mothers. We are young. he is 23 and I'm 19. We are still like strangers sharing a house. Naturally reserved, serious, and cold, Seonghyeon barely looked at me in the beginning—whether out of shyness or resentment, I couldn't tell. ​If it were just the two of us, things might be easier, but my sharp-tongued mother-in-law makes life a nightmare. It feels like she hates me: she criticizes my university studies, finds flaws in every meal I cook, and throws tantrums over a single speck of dust. Exhausted from non-stop chores and her toxic words, I often just want to cry. ​Seonghyeon is stuck between two fires—his difficult mother and his hurting wife. He returns home exhausted from work, sometimes falling asleep without eating, yet he tries to maintain a balance.As I helped him with his coat, he asks tiredly: "What happened?"