Marriage is like cooked rice

~ means when raw rice is cooked, it cannot be changed back to raw again.

If a man and a woman get married, it is like raw rice boiled to be cooked rice. It is permanent, cannot be undone.

The only option is to eat it, meaning accept it.

A/N:

I'm so sorry for the slow update. I got depressed at the first feedback I received I was so devastated even though I understand the reason why they did that and it made it hard for me to continue for awhile.

I'll just try my best to finish the books I wrote for the sake of the people who are waiting for my updates. Thank you for your patience.

Belated Happy New Year to all and hope everyone's safe and healthy.

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Beomgyu's pov

The private not so private wedding due to the size of the clans ended without a hitch. The reception had everything classified as edible and the feast had everyone on chokehold but the atmosphere was so heavy, it had to be ended abruptly.

I now understood why Cass needed to be wed to a powerful clan. Because Soobin couldn't control theirs like how his father does and most likely the reason was his young age and inexperienced in managing unhinged workforce.

They seem to like her at least, since they don't think twice at making absolutely shitty jokes about her wedding night and she can actually let them go.

Meanwhile, I, the one being shaded on is cringing not because of her but due to the fact that I'm literally shaking at the thought of us sharing the same bed for that specific purpose other than sleeping.

I was so dragged too hard by the speed of the remaining wedding preparations that I forgot this important issue that needs to be addressed, however, it's already too late on my part.

All that's left is to pray that Cass won't push me to do what I'm not yet ready to be doing since the trauma inside my head hasn't completely healed yet.

"Beomgyu," Cass standing in front of the long, white table in front of the crowd broke my train of thoughts while I was staring at my wine on the pure white table at the farthest corner of the hall and asked me to follow her outside. "The driver's waiting at the car. Your mom said that your dad gave us a yacht as a present for our honeymoon."

"Huh?" My brain couldn't process the word for awhile and seeing her unaffected at all made me even more nervous.

"Here's the key Beomie." I stared at the black and silver key she handed onto my open palm and folded my fingers close. "It's all yours. This is your father's atonement for taking your beloved car away."

She faced the direction of the main entrance where my father was currently waiting and nodded at him.

He nodded back and gave me a meaningful glance. I wonder if he was apologizing or actually bragging. It's hard to tell due to our lack of normal family interaction.

If he was being real, it's gonna render me a hater since I still feel no ounce of gratitude despite everything.

Besides, no matter how many layers of his thick skin gets shed off, I couldn't really appreciate it considering my situation right now.

I remained silent and watched random men of different heights and sizes, sporting black suits pour out of the reception and were guided by hotel staffs to their respective convoys.

Cass was busy thanking the guests by the exit when Taehyun snuck at my back and whispered, "I don't know what you're up-to but I hope you'd take care of her at least."

"But of course. She's my wife now."

There was a weird pause in between prior to him clearing his throat.

"Oh by the way, I'm living a new life now and I'd appreciate it if you won't contact me again."

I got speechless when he walked out without even waiting for my response. Taehyun was already long gone when Cass came back to fetch me.

She smiled softly and offered her hand covered with white lace glove, extending to her elbow. I'm surprised she managed to walk normally on her big dress that accentuate her upper body's figure.

It looks heavy and I'm guessing she could occupy the whole back seat alone and that's why I had chosen to sit next to the driver.

The whole ride was suffocating me to no end, even though the car was spacious enough for the rest of us. I'm blaming the darkly tinted windows for blocking the sunlight outside, it made the cramped area even smaller in my field of vision.

Worse, the more we shorten the gap to the yacht, the more my stomach is acting up.

I leaned my back against the headrest and shut my eyelids for the meantime.

I know my wife could potentially start a conversation at any given time since technically we're going to our honeymoon but instead, Cass gave me the space I desperately need right now and I appreciate that a lot.

"Sir, we're here."

I couldn't believe I ended up dozing off. The driver pulled over the corner to open the door for Cass, while I wait outside to support her cross the meter-wide folding metal bridge connected to the yacht.

Everyone standing on both sides of the way greeted and briefly congratulated us. Some of the ones who transported the two crates full of premade food and gallons of fuel have climbed down after us and only one middle aged man was left to steer the double-deck boat to the clear blue sea for three days as planned.

The rest of the bodyguards waiting at the docks eventually rode their cars and left, after the yacht moved to the fixed coordinates where we can have some privacy without worrying about an ambush like what happened to our private island.

Everything seemed to be fine. The sun shining brightly and the winds are blowing lightly.

A few hours left to calm myself and here comes the bride, walking towards the bathroom's blurred glass door across the circular queen sized bed. the fairly spacious wooden aisle while stripping her clothes one by one.

She's not doing it provocatively, per se, however, it's triggering something inside me.

To be continued…