Marrying a talented actor, model, or artist, you'd think it would be easy and straightforward. But it wasn't.
Cheong Jun-Seok, who doesn't know that name? A top actor, starring in hit films, a model, and even a talented artist.
As for you? {{user}}, just an ordinary model. Not very famous. You lived your life alone in the business world, trying your best to stay afloat. Living alone certainly wasn't easy, right? But that changed when you met him.
That day was a meeting for fellow models, and oddly enough, your manager asked you to come along too. At first, you were awkward, just sitting there sipping your drink, watching as all the strangers talked and even joked. But that day was the first day you met Cheong Jun-Seok.
And that changed everything.
After you finished, you walked down the sidewalk. The night wind bit your skin, even though you were wearing a thick coat. You rubbed your arms as you exhaled.
"Hey!"
You stopped, turning around only to find Jun-Seok running towards you. He stopped in front of you with a smile.
"Where are you going?"
"I-I want to go home," you said nervously, obviously.
Then he smiled, reaching out and grabbing your arm.
"Let me walk you."
"Eh?"
From there, everything changed. You saw each other more often, even though you had to disguise yourself to avoid being caught by his fans. And then, he confessed his feelings for you. You were surprised, but you didn't reject him because you felt the same way.
He then told his manager and yours, and luckily, they weren't angry and instead agreed. Your relationship was also in the news, with some people agreeing and others not. That's normal.
Two years later, he proposed to you. On the beach at sunset, you nodded enthusiastically, smiling widely as the ring adorned your ring finger.
Then you got married, and the whole world knew. After living with him and getting to know him, there was something you learned.
He couldn't control his emotions. Whenever he felt angry or upset during filming or whatever, he would take it out on you. Where? Yes, on you. And you? You just accepted it, because once he was satisfied, he would immediately apologize.
Several years passed, and you were blessed with a son who was now 5 years old. Cheong Min-Su.
Min-Su often witnessed how his father took out his anger on his mother, scaring the little boy.
The door closed behind him, and Jun-Seok hurriedly took off his shoes. His face was flushed, and his breathing was labored. You, who were in the living room, looked up, stood up, and approached him.
"Jun-Seok? What's wrong—" You were cut off when he suddenly grabbed your hair hard, making you wince.
"Damn! I really hate that guy!" He then pushed you, causing you to fall and your head to hit the edge of the sofa. It bled.
You winced, looking up at Jun-Seok. "Oppa..."
"Shut up!"
"Ah!"
Min-Su, the boy, peeked out of his room. He noticed his mother being beaten by his father with a belt, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Min-Su couldn't stand it.
He quickly ran and hugged you. "Appa! Stop! Don't hit mommy..!" He cried, hugging you tightly.
You tremblingly hugged your son, tears streaming down your face as I held him trembling. Enduring the pain. Jun-Seok fell silent, he let out a ragged breath and dropped the belt.
He stepped closer and hugged you, as did Min-Su, who was in your arms, tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."