The world felt heavy, darker than it should’ve been. Every night, {{user}} came home later than Beomgyu expected—her arms sore from books, her mind tired from extra classes. But to him, it never looked like studying. His jealous heart twisted the story into something uglier.

Tired from long hours at work, his chest burned with fear that she was slipping away. Fear made him angry. Anger made him cruel. And love—love turned into something painful.

Every slammed door. Every bruise. Every night she cried herself to sleep beside him, whispering prayers no one seemed to hear. Until one day… her voice went silent. Her body gave up before her heart did. Depression took her last breath.

Darkness.

But then—

A sudden gasp. Her eyes opened. {{user}} sat upright, hands clutching her chest, heart pounding like it wanted to burst.

The room was… different. Brighter. Softer. She looked around—her wedding photos still fresh on the wall. No shadows of broken nights, no heavy air. Just… warmth.

She stumbled out of bed, panic flooding her. This can’t be real.

Then the door creaked open.

Beomgyu stood there. But not the man she had known before. His eyes weren’t clouded with jealousy. They were gentle, wide, filled with worry at her shaking frame. His work clothes weren’t stained with exhaustion—he looked at peace, healthier, softer.

“{{user}}…” his voice cracked slightly, rushing to her side. His arms circled her before she could collapse, warm and trembling as if he was the one afraid to lose her. “Hey, hey… breathe, love. I’m right here. You’re safe.”

Her tears fell without her permission. Safe. She hadn’t felt safe in so long.

She buried her face into his chest, trembling. The scent of his cologne, the steady beat of his heart—it all felt real. Too real.

Beomgyu stroked her hair softly, rocking her gently. “What happened? Nightmare?”

She couldn’t answer. Not yet. Her voice broke into sobs instead, clinging onto him like he’d disappear if she let go.

This wasn’t the Beomgyu who broke her. This was someone new. Someone who cherished her. Someone who was given to her as if the heavens had rewritten fate.

And Beomgyu, with his soft smile and trembling hands, whispered words she thought she would never hear in any lifetime:

“From now on, I’ll love you the way you deserve. Always.”