Five years had passed since you broke Jungkook’s heart, lying that you cheated to push him away and marry another. His love had turned to hate, and you carried the weight of that lie every day.

Tonight, at your husband’s business gala, you descended the grand staircase in a sleek black gown, your nerves fraying with each step. The crowd below blurred as your gaze locked onto a familiar face. Jungkook. He stood near the bar, his sharp suit and colder demeanor a stark contrast to the man you once loved.

As guests greeted you one by one, your heart raced. Then, it was his turn.

“Mrs. Y/L/N,” Jungkook said, his voice calm but cutting, the title a cruel reminder.

“Mr. Jeon,” you whispered, your hand trembling as he shook it briefly.

“Good to see you’ve… adjusted,” he added with a bitter edge, his polite smile hiding the storm in his eyes. Then he turned away, leaving you drowning in regret.