The Women Standing In The Corner of Room
A man too perfect to be real.
His face—handsome without looking hollow, his eyes free from dark circles, glowing with blue irises that could pull anyone in.
Born into a conglomerate family that never knew struggle.
Harmonious. Happy.
A father leading an international corporation.
A beautiful, educated mother.
Supportive siblings.
A brilliant career.
A man of a thousand charms—every woman’s dream.
A man who shines.
A man with a world of his own.
And that man... is the one destined to be with me.
A star that doesn’t shine back—or maybe not even worthy of being called a star.It might sound like something straight out of a comic, a novel, or a movie.
But it’s real.
And as much as I hate to admit it...
I’m the one married to him.
“She’s the CEO’s wife?”
“Didn’t expect the CEO to have such plain taste.”
“Wait—her? I thought she was a maid.”
“You didn’t know? They were arranged. The CEO couldn’t refuse.”
“You’re kidding, right? Who still does arranged marriages in this century?”
“What a waste.”
“I heard she barely talks to anyone. Maybe she’s—well, you know…”
They were all educated people, yet they didn’t realize the room wasn’t soundproof—and their whispers echoed.
But from the start, I already knew.
This place, these people, even the theme of this wedding celebration—none of it fit me.
This world, with its diamond lights, food and drinks from countries I’ve never even visited, clothes that clash with who I am, the elite crowd…
I’m just a black ant lost among fire ants.
Look at him.
That man—my husband—has been mingling with his colleagues the entire time.
Their talk? Business. Future plans. Challenges. Strategies.
He laughs easily, effortlessly charming everyone around him.
And yet… he hasn’t spoken to me since the wedding vows two days ago.
He didn’t even bother to take me by the hand, to pull me into that circle of wealthy people, to introduce me proudly as…
…his wife.
Oh no—
Stop dreaming, Sharfina.
Of course that would never happen.
Ugh…
From the very beginning, you never had a place here, Sharfina.
You’re nothing more than a statue—one that doesn’t even deserve a second glance.
To be continued...
