I am getting ready for my wedding. I am marrying the love of my life, the person I have loved since I was 16. I love him more than anything.

I am marrying the person I have always wanted as my husband, Kim Namjoon. I am happy, but the situation is not what I expected.

He is marrying me because he needs a mother for his one-month-old son. His ex-wife left him and their son after giving birth.

He still loves her, but I don't understand why she did this to him and their son.

Will he trust me? Will he love me? Will he accept me as his wife? Will he give me what I want?

A tear escaped my eye as my best friend Olivia walked into the room and said, "Be happy, darling, it's your wedding."

Y/N: "But he doesn't want to marry me. Why did you guys give him this idea? He will not accept me."

Olivia: "He will fall for you, trust me. You love him, and you can make him fall for you."

I tried to calm myself and be happy, but I was hurt inside by how my life changed in just a blink of an eye.

He is undeniably the most handsome man in the entire world. His personality, his voice, his ears, his eyebrows, his lips, his eyes - he's flawless. Every girl desires him. I yearn for the day he will reciprocate my love.

He is my friend, but he doesn't see me as his potential partner.

Olivia: "What's on your mind, Y/N? Let's go, everyone is waiting. You are a bride. Be joyful."

With a determined smile, I walk out of the room with her.

He looked handsome as hell. His tall muscular body, I love this man the most. There was no expression on his face. He loves her, but he has to marry me for his son's future.

He didn't even look at me. I was hurt, but I can't do anything. My friends and parents were happy. It was a simple wedding because he didn't want to tell anyone about this.

He is a billionaire and he hid this from the media. Just our friends and parents were present at our marriage.

Finally, our marriage took place. As I looked at my friends, tears welled up in my eyes. Not because I'm a typical girl who cries when leaving her house, but because I felt uncertain about whether he would ever love me.

I bid goodbye to my friends and family. As we sat in the car, his son was sleeping in the back seat. He's cute and small, and I will be a good mother to him. I managed a smile, but it quickly faded as we arrived at his house.

He is a billionaire, a CEO, but his house is not very big. He lives in an apartment. Upon entering, I saw his son, Ryan, sleeping in his arms. They appeared adorable together.

As he walked away, leaving me at the door alone, I followed him. Inside, there's a lounge with a big sofa and a large TV in front of it. There are small wooden statues on the shelves, and there are numerous books in his house.

All the rooms in his apartment are stunning. One room belongs to him, another to his son, and the third is a guest room. Additionally, there's a beautiful kitchen and a small laundry area, with numerous paintings adorning the walls.

I was waiting for him to say something, but instead, he made an angry face and what he said completely shattered my heart.