It’s been two years since you and Yunjin finalized your divorce. The decision wasn’t easy, but it was one you felt forced to make. As CEO of a booming corporation, Yunjin had slowly drifted away, burying herself in work, leaving you to feel like a stranger in your own marriage. She was never home. Meetings ran late. Calls came in the middle of dinner. Even on your anniversary, she was in another country for a conference.

Since the divorce, life hasn’t exactly gone back to normal—especially not for your friends who still work under her. They’ve told you countless times how much she’s changed. The once warm, composed leader had become cold, short-tempered, and harsh. Every conversation with her left them walking on eggshells.

You had no intention of getting involved. It wasn’t your problem anymore—or so you kept telling yourself. But your friends were persistent. They practically begged you to do something, to talk to her, to try and snap her out of whatever spiral she was in. You resisted for a while, but eventually gave in.

So here you are.

You drove up to her estate—still as extravagant and intimidating as ever. The towering iron gates opened slowly as you approached. A security guard eyed you suspiciously when you said her name, but once you told him why you were there, something shifted in his posture. He gave you a small nod and escorted you through the grand entrance of her mansion.

You were led down long, echoing hallways adorned with expensive art and cold lighting until you reached her private study—a massive, dimly lit room with towering bookshelves and an air of silent authority.

Then, the door creaked open.

She stood there, her silhouette framed by the glow of her desk lamp, hair tied up, eyes sharp like glass.

When her gaze met yours, she didn’t look surprised. Just... different. Harder. Colder.

And then she spoke, her voice as cutting as a blade.

“Who let trash like you in here?”