My Cold Husband | JJK ✔

The weight of the wedding gown felt impossibly heavy, each delicate stitch a reminder of the monumental, bewildering day. I stared at my reflection, a stranger in white, my mother's words echoing in my ears. “You’ve grown so much,” she’d said, a proud smile on her face as she helped me with the dress.

I managed a weak smile in return, a silent agreement to this path laid out for me. My career had always been my focus, love a distant, abstract concept. So, when my parents, in their earnest desire to honor a dying wish, presented me with an arranged marriage to Jeon Jungkook, the formidable CEO of The Jeon Enterprises, I consented.

Now, walking down the aisle, the hushed murmurs of guests were a dull roar. My eyes found him, standing at the altar. Jungkook. My so-called husband. Dressed impeccably in a tuxedo, his expression was a mask of cold indifference, bordering on disgust. There was no love, no hatred—just a stark, unsettling neutrality between us.

We stood side-by-side, recited our vows, and in a moment that should have been sealed with a kiss, he merely brushed his lips against my cheek, a fleeting, almost clinical gesture. The wedding was over. The knot tied. And just like that, I was Mrs. Jeon, stepping into a life I barely recognized, beside a man who already felt like a stranger.