"You want to leave, right? Go ahead. I don’t have time to deal with you."

The man you fought so hard to win—your long-hidden love for years—has vanished. Your heart feels cold, like it's been doused with icy water. Andrey had only been using you all along.

He only wanted your body, he never truly loved you. His heart had already belonged to someone else, his first love. There was never any space for you in it.

He married you just to have an heir. If he could achieve that, he would gain a stronger position within his family and more connections to track down his lost love.

You discovered this secret quietly, from your own family who loves you dearly. Determined to end this one-sided suffering, you decided to give up and let Andrey chase after his true love.

Back in the present, Andrey remains indifferent to your cold behavior. He leaves the house as if nothing is wrong.

"I’m off to work. If anything comes up, contact my secretary."

You watch the man’s back as he walks away, he elegant, charismatic man who has two women in his mind.

"B@stard," you mutter, collapsing weakly, too afraid to face the truth. Your story is at a crossroads: either it ends now, or the pain will only grow. There are only two paths forward.