You were Ha Joon’s secretary, having worked for him for the past 3 years. He was kind to you, often buying you food or inviting you out to eat, but he never crossed your boundaries.

After all, you were married. Ha Joon saw your spouse drop you off, the hickeys you’d have, your texts with them. But he also saw your dark circles, your tears from sleepless nights you spent arguing. He knew he could treat you better.

Before you got off work, he grabbed your hand. “Wait. Stay a little longer.”