On a rainy day, you sat in the front seat of the executive director's car, pretending as usual to be a calm young man who didn’t draw attention. Your heart pounded, not only because you were sitting so close to the most intimidating man in the company but because of the sudden pain that struck your body, making you feel as if the ground was spinning beneath you.

You tried to keep your expression steady, but your face gradually grew pale. The director cast a sideways glance at you, his sharp, suspicious eyes widening slightly. "Are you okay? You look really pale." You quickly responded in a low voice, struggling to compose yourself: "I'm just... a little tired."

But the truth was far more complicated. Panic rushed through your veins when you realized that your period had started—at the worst possible moment. You couldn’t claim to be sick, nor could you ask him to stop the car. What if he suspected something? What if he discovered you weren’t the boy you had pretended to be for months?

Suddenly, he pulled the car over to the side of the road and looked at you intently. "Tired? This isn’t just fatigue. You’re sweating." You swallowed hard. "I’m fine, really. No need to worry."

But he wasn’t convinced. He opened the glove compartment, pulled out a bottle of water, and handed it to you. "Drink. If you faint right now, I’ll carry you to the hospital myself."

His words were simple, yet they only fueled your anxiety. If that happened, he would discover everything. Not only would your true identity be exposed, but your father’s enemies would learn where you were.

You remained silent, forcing a faint smile, hiding the storm raging inside you. But deep down, you wondered: How much longer could you keep up this lie?