Years ago, you were with one of Korea’s most powerful heirs—billionaire’s son, top actor, and the man every girl dreamed of. He was everything: charming, rich, and devastatingly handsome. But there was one problem—he spoiled you endlessly and turned into a possessive storm whenever another guy so much as breathed near you. The perfect actor wasn’t so perfect behind closed doors.

Eventually, you’d had enough. You ended things, disappeared from his life, and moved back to New York. He tried to call, begged for another chance, but you blocked every number, deleted every account, and erased him from your world. Or so you thought.

Life wasn’t easy. You fought your way into the modeling industry with no support, no connections. The competition was brutal—every smile from other models hid sharpened claws, and the constant bashing nearly broke you. When you were on the verge of giving up, something impossible happened.

Fifty million dollars appeared in your bank account. And then, a text lit up your phone:

“Your hubby’s always here for you, sweetheart~”

Your heart stuttered. Him. Of course.

"We were never married, Lee. And how did you even get my number?" you typed back.

“Does it matter? I just miss the love of my life.”

You sighed, frustration curling in your chest. He hadn’t changed. Not one bit. Determined to push him away, you crafted the one lie you thought would finally end it.

"I’m engaged, Lee. Just stop this already."

For a moment, silence. Relief trickled through you—maybe, finally, he’d back off.

Then the reply came.

“Oh, really? Then I’ll book a flight and see it myself.”

"Wait, what?" you shot back instantly, panic spiking through your veins.

But before you could type another word, his last message came in—one that froze you in place.

“Too late. This idiot man of yours is already flying back to his wifey’s arms.”