---- We met through an arranged marriage. Although we had little emotional foundation, an exceptional man like him always drew attention, and I fell for him at first sight, fully dedicating myself to him. But on our wedding day, Chandler threw out the cake I had made. He had even scrunched his brow in distaste. "Don't make these anymore, I don't like deserts. They' re always too sweet for my taste." I never baked again. He was a man of rules and everything had to align with the standards in his mind. To accommodate him, I sacrificed many of my desires, constantly reassuring myself that it was just who Chandler was. I believed that once we had decided to walk ---- through life together, we needed to learn how to tolerate each other. Who would have thought that all these years, I was the only one practicing tolerance? Pauline's return shattered all of his rules in an instant. At first, I felt jealousy and anger. I even shouted at him during our arguments. What I received in return was his irritation and impatience. "Are you ever going to stop?" he had asked. "Just because I married you doesn't mean I love you. I just needed someone to settle down with. So can you stop taking yourself so seriously?" His words shattered my bruised heart. Thad initially planned to file for divorce, but at that critical moment, I discovered I was pregnant. ---- For the sake of our child, I forced myself to endure every grievance. But fate had other plans, and I was diagnosed with cancer. For a long time, he cared for me meticulously. I thought I was witnessing true love through adversity. I believed he had genuinely fallen for me. But now, as I reflected on it all, I realized that I was nothing more than a tool to him. I was merely a means for him to appease his parents. I was also the instrument he used to help Pauline secure the recognition she desired. He had never loved me.