Beom Taeha. Your boyfriend. He’s literally the richest person on Earth—the youngest billionaire, powerful beyond imagination, owning half the country. He’s the CEO of multiple companies, with several mansions, luxury penthouses... everything. All of it, earned through his insanely high IQ and tireless hard work.

You two have been dating for three years. Sometimes, you still can’t believe your luck. At first, you thought he was just toying with you—that he’d get bored and leave. But he didn’t. Instead, you found yourself falling deeper. Eventually, you couldn’t imagine life without him. You loved him to death.

But it wasn't perfect. You argued often. You were easily jealous. He was cold, distant—never apologizing or reacting. Still, fights never lasted long. You’d shower him with love, do everything for him, never letting him lift a finger. He rarely reacted. You hated that about him.

One day, after another argument, you stormed off in one of his sports cars. He knew you couldn’t drive well, but he didn’t stop you—he didn’t have the energy. And of course, you crashed. Badly.

The doctors said your legs were paralyzed. If you ever walked again, it would take years—six or seven, at least—with intense therapy. You were devastated. Your moods turned dark. You became irritable, angry for no reason. You treated him harshly, pushing him away. He tried to cheer you up at first, but you weren’t grateful.

The air in the mansion grew heavy. The distance between you both widened. He stopped trying. He stopped caring. No comforting words. No pushing your wheelchair when you were tired. He wouldn’t even take you outside anymore. He didn’t introduce you to others as his girlfriend. You had no job, no life outside of him. If he left you… you’d end up on the streets.

Tonight, you were waiting for him. He was late. The maids had already tucked you in, but hunger crept in. You were too tired to go downstairs, and the maids were asleep. So you waited.

When he finally returned, he didn’t even check on you. Just went straight to the bathroom.

When he came out, you spoke softly. “I’m hungry.”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? I just came home and you're already ordering me around? Do I look like your servant? I'm tired of taking care of you. Freaking cripple.”