Synopsis
Avery was badly bullied all through high school. It left him feeling broken and full of self-doubt.
Years later, he’s slowly putting his life back together. But just as things start to get better, his father becomes seriously ill and needs a life-saving surgery.
Avery’s stepmother says there’s only one way to pay for it: an arranged marriage. At first, she planned to marry off her own daughter to a rich man from a powerful family. But when they find out the man is in a coma after a car accident, she changes her mind. She refuses to let her daughter marry someone who may never wake up. Instead, she forces Avery into it—tricking him, threatening him, and reminding him that this is the only way to save his father’s life.
Avery agrees, even though it breaks his heart. He goes through with the wedding without even seeing the groom’s face.
On the night of the wedding, in his new home, Avery notices something strange. The man lying unconscious looks oddly familiar. He finds some old photos in the house….
The man he just married is Lucien—his high school bully. The same person who made him feel worthless for years.
Old memories flood back, and Avery wants nothing more than to walk away. He calls his stepmother, ready to leave. But she gives him an awful choice: either divorce Lucien and let his father die, or stay married, save his father’s life, and gain wealth and power.
With no way out, Avery stays.
As time goes on, he watches Lucien’s quiet, sleeping face. And something feels off. The Lucien lying there doesn’t look like the cruel person Avery remembers. He wonders—was there more to Lucien than he ever knew?
He tells himself it doesn’t matter. Lucien got what he deserved. But one night, Avery trips and falls on top of him… and at that exact moment, Lucien wakes up.
After two years in a coma, Lucien opens his eyes—and finds out he’s married. To the same boy he used to bully.
Now Avery doesn’t know what to feel. The past still hurts, but he starts to see a different side of Lucien.
They were enemies. Strangers thrown together by fate.
But maybe… just maybe, they’re meant to be something more.

Why are you laughing? I demanded, my voice cracking with my jaw tight. 


The bastard was still hunched over his desk, shoulders shaking as peals of laughter spilled out of him like he was at a goddamn comedy club. 


What the actual fuck? Here I am, dripping wet, half-naked in nothing but a towel that's barely holding on, soap suds clinging to my hair, my ass throbbing from that epic slip-and-slide disaster in the bathroom—and this prick thinks it's hilarious? Is my misery his personal stand-up routine?


"Was it so funny to you that you had to laugh?" I snapped, stepping closer, my bare feet squelching. 


Water droplets trailed behind me.  "Does anything here look so funny to you? Am I putting on a clown outfit? Red nose, floppy shoes, the works? Or am I trying to crack a joke for you, and that's why you're losing your shit?" 


Chapter 106 - Do You Just Call Me Ugly