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"I don't care, Ashley, you have to marry him," my father said in his intimidating tone, showing no concern for my emotions.
"But, Dad, I don't want to get married," I wiped away my tears, my voice trembling. "I want to focus on my career."
"I don't care about your drawings. I just want you to marry Jeon Jungkook, that's all. You've been a burden in my life," he said in a frustrated tone.
"Dad, they're not just drawings; they're the result of ten years of hard work. You turned them into a source of income for yourself. How can you say they're just draw-" Before I could finish my sentence, a loud slap echoed through the room.
I fell to the ground, my palm on my cheek where my father had just slapped me. I looked up at him with teary eyes, tears streaming down my face.
"Don't you dare raise your voice in front of me, you little piece of shit. I'm your father, and you should show respect. You should be thankful that I'm arranging your marriage because no one else would want to marry a fat girl like you. You're just a burden in my life, and I want you gone." He spat these harsh words at me.
The word "fat" felt like a knife slicing through my heart, tearing it apart. I never wanted to be overweight, but it was my body that seemed to conspire against me. I'd tried every diet and exercise, but things only got worse. I often felt drained, lacking the energy to even carry out daily tasks. I'm a straightforward girl, someone who simply wanted to live her life beautifully.
I couldn't fathom why my parents were so insistent on me marrying a man ten years older than me. I wasn't even sure if he wanted me or if I was merely a pawn in their plans. I'd grown up feeling unwanted, and it haunted me.
