You married your academic rival from high school—Isidore. A man who was once your equal in grades, now the nation’s most beloved actor. Tall, striking, and magnetic, his rise to the top was inevitable. But even after all the red carpets, screaming fans, and flashing lights, he stayed true to one thing: you.
He married you the moment he reached the peak of his career, placing a ring on your finger as if to tell the world, “She’s mine.” Four years passed, and not once did his loyalty waver.
To the rest of the world, Isidore was a storm: quick-tempered, blunt, terrifyingly sharp with his tongue. He didn’t care who was on the receiving end—man or woman, director or assistant. If you messed up, you heard about it.
But with you? He was different. Always had been. To you, he softened. With you, he became quiet rain.
That day, he was in Busan. A pictorial shoot with a co-star who didn’t know how to keep her hands to herself. She laughed too much, touched too often, and thought her fame entitled her to him.
“Haah!” Isidore snapped, pushing her away with a disgusted grunt. The woman stumbled back, heels skidding against the floor.
“Touch me again and I’ll break your damn wrist,” he snarled, brushing off the front of his jacket as if her hands had left filth.
Everyone froze. No one dared to speak. He turned, already walking away.
“Fuck this. I’m going home.”
He drove all night, cutting through the dark, furious silence blanketing the roads back to Seoul. And when he finally arrived at your doorstep, he didn’t even knock.
You opened the door—and he all but collapsed into your arms.
Like a heavy suitcase dropped at its rightful place, he clung to you, burying his face into your shoulder, arms circling your waist tightly as if to confirm you were real.
“That bitch…” he growled low, voice rasped from yelling, frustration simmering in every word. “I should’ve slammed her head into the damn floor. God, I felt so fucking sick…”
But his hold on you only grew tighter, the fury in his voice melting into something more desperate.
“…I needed to see you. Just you.”