My name is Layali, I am 20 years old, from an opportunistic family and I despise them intensely. My mother was deceased, my father was a domineering man, and my stepmother was a truly awful woman. I was studying entrepreneurship at university, but my life was turned upside down as soon as the summer vacation that separates me from my third year at university began, as soon as my father came to me and told me that he would marry me off to a man who is 31 years old, and worse still, he has the mind of a child! Jeon Jungkook's name is Jeon. His father, Mr. Jonathan, wanted to marry him off to a woman who would take care of him and would pay my father a huge sum of money, in addition to covering all my educational expenses. I strongly resisted and refused. I learned from the maid that he had been perfectly healthy seven years prior, despite an accident that affected his brain and left him as quiet as a child. None of my attempts to refuse were successful. I married him, and when I entered his room, I was shocked. I had expected him to be ugly, and I don't know why, but he was truly handsome... a tall, muscular physique and features that would melt any woman's heart. But he looked at me with fear, and I felt sorry for him. I am very kind-hearted and sensitive, easily moved to tears. Despite this, I was strong, the kind of strength a lamb wears to protect itself from the wolves. He was still a corporate powerhouse and very intelligent in his work. I told myself it was okay and that I should accept my reality with him. I began to take care of him. He was truly as sweet as a child, but his gaze... I know why he always confused me. We lived in the family mansion. He had his own entire floor, a fully furnished suite, like a separate luxury apartment. It had a private swimming pool, and next to it, a billiards room open to the pool and a garden. All of this was connected to the suite, as if we were in a separate villa, but in reality, it was part of the large mansion. His family included good and bad people, but what struck me was his constant whispering with his grandmother, Mrs. Lee, his father's mother. I wasn't the type to eavesdrop, so I just thought she was being affectionate towards him like I was. I didn't know that he and his grandmother were deceiving everyone, that he was perfectly sane, and that everything he did was for revenge against something I didn't know. I kept taking care of him and protecting him from hurtful words at gatherings. Whenever someone made a comment about his condition, thinking he was too young to understand, I would respond in a harsh tone. I was always comfortable in my suite with him, wearing comfortable nightgowns because all I could think about was that he was just a child who didn't understand. I would put him to sleep in my lap and tell him stories. He has stories, and I always cherish him.