Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
Y/n's pov 
They say marrying a famous person is like living a dream. Fans envy you, picturing themselves in your shoes, thinking your life is filled with luxury, love, and endless happiness. And to be fair, that's what I thought too—once. I believed that being with Mikha would be the beginning of the best chapter of my life. I mean, who wouldn't? She was the shining star of BINI, the woman every girl wanted to be or be with.
But what no one tells you is that dreams can turn into nightmares, and that's exactly what happened when I stepped into the Lim family.
Every morning, as I walk to my office, I put on a brave face, the one I've perfected over the years. I can feel the eyes on me as I pass by, judgmental stares that follow my every move. To the world, I'm living the life that every fan fantasizes about. But behind the facade, behind the perfectly crafted smiles and the staged public appearances, my life feels like a prison.
The Lim family name is like a brand, one that comes with expectations, rules, and a suffocating amount of control. Mikha's father made sure I understood that from day one. Marrying into this family meant more than just becoming Mikha's wife—it meant becoming part of an image, a carefully constructed narrative where every action, every word, is scrutinized and judged.
And then there's Mikha. The woman I fell in love with, the one who used to look at me with nothing but love and adoration, has become a stranger. It all started when she decided to abort our baby. She didn't tell me the real reason at first, and when she finally did, it was too late. The damage had already been done. I was left with the shattered pieces of a dream I no longer recognized, and Mikha... well, she just grew colder with every passing day.
The office is supposed to be my sanctuary, a place where I can focus on work and forget about the mess my life has become. As the head of management law, my role is to ensure that every decision made aligns with the company's legal and ethical standards. It's a demanding job, requiring precision and a sharp mind—qualities I once took pride in. Here, I handle everything from drafting contracts to mediating disputes, making sure the company operates within the bounds of the law. 
Luckily, I'm surrounded by good people—friends who genuinely care and colleagues who respect my work. They greet me with warm smiles, not out of obligation, but because they value what I bring to the team. Yet, despite their kindness, there's a weight on my shoulders that I can't shake. 
No one here knows the full extent of what I'm going through. They see me as the competent professional, the woman married to the famous Mikha Lim, and assume my life is a dream. But behind my composed exterior, I'm silently screaming. Screaming for someone to see the cracks beneath the surface, to understand that my life isn't the fairy tale everyone imagines.
Being married to Mikha, the former star of BINI, might seem like a dream to the outside world, but to me, it's become a nightmare I can't escape. The worst part? I don't know how much longer I can keep up the act, pretending everything is fine when inside, I'm falling apart.
The meeting was going smoothly. The team and I were deep in discussion, strategizing the implementation of new compliance protocols. I was focused, my attention locked on the details and the legal implications of our decisions. It was one of those rare moments where I felt like I was in control, where my professional world seemed to be running perfectly.
Then, without warning, the door to the conference room burst open. Mikha's secretary, clearly flustered, stepped inside. Her gaze immediately found mine, and she hurried towards me, her voice low but urgent. "Mrs Y/n, I need to speak with you. It's about Mrs Lim."
I looked up, momentarily taken aback. "I'm in the middle of a meeting. Can this wait?"
The secretary's expression shifted to one of concern. "It's really urgent. Mrs Lim is upset and she needs to see you right away."
My heart skipped a beat. Mikha's distress was not something I could ignore, especially given the delicate state of our relationship. I nodded, pushing my chair back. "Alright. Excuse me, everyone."
As I followed the secretary out of the room, I tried to suppress the mounting anxiety. What could have possibly happened to make Mikha so upset that she needed to interrupt my work like this?
We walked quickly through the office corridors, the secretary casting occasional worried glances back at me. When we reached Mikha's office, she hesitated before opening the door, giving me a sympathetic look. "She's been waiting for you."
 I stepped in to find Mikha standing by her desk, her face etched with frustration. The usually composed CEO was visibly upset, her posture tense., her posture tense and her jaw clenched. Her signature elegance was marred by the visible signs of stress.
She was wearing a feminine tuxedo that looked both elegant and sharp. The tailored jacket fit her well, showing off her slim figure, and the trousers made her look tall and confident. Even though her outfit was formal, Mikha still looked handsome. Her red wavy hair was neatly done,.
As she turned to face me, the frustration in her eyes was clear, and it was evident that whatever had happened was deeply affecting her.
I just stand there, and Mikha's worker, who was already present in the room, shifted nervously as Mikha addressed me. "Y/n, I heard you didn't agree with the stock project. Can you explain why?"
I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. "The proposal carries too much risk. The potential losses are significant, and given our current situation, proceeding with it could seriously impact our financial stability."
Mikha's expression tightened, her patience wearing thin. "Mrs Y/L/n.. It's your job as the head of management to make sure these projects are viable. If you don't agree, then why even have this discussion?"
I was caught off guard by her harshness. "Mrs Lim, I'm trying to prevent serious financial trouble. The risks are too-"
"Enough," Mikha snapped, her tone icy. "I don't need a detailed analysis right now. I've already decided we're going forward with the project. Just make it work."
Her words hit me hard, and I felt a surge of frustration. I met her gaze, our eyes locking in a tense stare. The room was charged with the intensity of our unspoken conflict, and the worker shifted uncomfortably, sensing the mounting tension.
Mikha and I glared at each other, neither willing to back down. The silence stretched between us, filled with the weight of our unresolved issues. It was clear that our professional relationship was strained to the breaking point, and the worker could only stand by, watching the escalating confrontation.
I broke the intense stare first, feeling the frustration boiling inside me. Without saying a word, I turned and walked out of Mikha's office. The silence of the corridor felt almost deafening as I left, the weight of our argument hanging heavily on my shoulders.
As I made my way back to my own office, the echoes of our confrontation lingered. I could still feel the sting of Mikha's dismissal and the burning sense of helplessness. The atmosphere at work had become increasingly hostile, and it was clear that the divide between us was growing wider.