I entered into a traditional marriage with Jeon Arthur—a union devoid of love on both sides. He was a drunkard and a libertine, utterly lacking in ambition; he never once touched me, and I remained a virgin. He was infertile and frequented the company of harlots, yet I remained silent, for his actions held no significance to me. He had an older brother—five years my senior—named Jeon Jungkook. He was a composed, sensible man who oversaw the management of every affair. We all resided within the same mansion until his parents grew anxious about the potential scandal surrounding their son’s infertility. Consequently, they made a decision that left me utterly shattered: I was to divorce Arthur in secret, marry Jungkook to conceive a child, then divorce him and return to Arthur. My breakdown was never about Arthur; rather, it stemmed from my terror of losing my virginity. Arthur never touched me... but Jungkook would—in order to make me pregnant!