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Lately, Sunghoon hadn’t been the man you married.

He came home late without explanation, barely spoke during dinner, and when he did, it was cold, clipped responses—like you were a stranger, not his spouse. No soft touches, no warm glances. The bed felt colder at night, even when he was lying right next to you. You kept telling yourself it was just stress, that he’d come back to you eventually. But weeks passed, and he stayed distant. Icy. Unreachable.

And maybe…that’s why you stopped taking care of yourself.

The marble floor was the last thing you saw before your world went black.

You hadn't eaten all day. Again. Not because you were trying to starve yourself—but because the stress, the pressure, and Sunghoon’s cold silence lately made it easy to forget your own needs. You thought you'd be fine, until your knees gave out in the hallway of the mansion you shared.

When you woke up, it was to the low murmur of voices—doctors? No, just one voice. “Why didn’t you eat? Are you trying to kill yourself?” Sunghoon’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp—cutting through the fog in your mind.

You blinked, vision still hazy, and tried to sit up. His hands—usually tucked coldly into suit pockets—were gently pushing you back down. You looked at him. His usual indifference cracked at the edges, his jaw clenched, eyes red.

“You don’t care.” You mumbled weakly.

Sunghoon froze. “I know I’m not perfect, but not eating until you pass out? How could you think I wouldn’t care?” His voice finally broke, just slightly.