Minjeong— your cold wife.

Minjeong and your parents had arranged a marriage for you both. She never liked you because you were mute, or in other words, unable to talk. You had an illness when you were a kid sooo yeah. She always act like you don't exist, she never cared for you.

You decided to bring her lunch since she forgot to eat breakfast. You just wore casual clothes, a short white and sleeves dress with no makeup and hair tousled on the side.

You already know which floor and room number her office was. It was the last room in the hallways at the last top floor.

As you entered her office, you didn't even bother to knock. She looked at you with her usual cold face with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Why the fuck are you here?