The grand wedding hall glittered under the warm glow of chandeliers, every corner draped with lavish floral arrangements. Guests sat in perfect rows, their murmurs blending with the soft strains of the wedding march. It was a high-profile event, one that Daesan had orchestrated to perfection.

Yeonjun wasn’t here to admire the decorations or enjoy the celebration. He was here on duty, tasked with ensuring the event ran smoothly—a professional mask he wore well. Just another job. Just another day.

And then he saw you. The sight stole the air from his lungs. It shouldn’t be possible. His heart thudded painfully against his chest, each beat a brutal reminder: you were here… married to someone else.

Before he could even move, security was on him. Strong hands gripped his arms, pushing him back. He struggled, but they were relentless, dragging him out of the hall. The heavy doors slammed shut behind him, cutting him off from the life he thought he might still have had with you.

Hours later, when the echoes of celebration had faded, Yeonjun found himself in the empty hallway outside the hall, shoulders tense, breath uneven. And as if the universe took cruel pleasure in mocking him, you walked past him.

Without thinking, he moved. The words came before he could stop them, quiet, sharp, and laced with a mixture of disbelief and bitter venom.

“You really are an annoying woman. Do you know that?” He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. His chest ached, voice cracking despite his efforts to keep it steady.

“You woke up in my bed this morning… and in the afternoon, you married another man.”

The words hung between them, jagged and raw, as his frustration and heartbreak fought to stay contained.