The night of your wedding was supposed to be perfect. You had imagined the moment countless times—the man you loved for years finally becoming your husband, the life you’d start together, the warmth of his arms as he whispered promises of forever.
But instead of gentle hands and tender words, you were met with something unrecognizable.
“Heeseung…” you whispered that night, dressed in your bridal gown, waiting for him to smile, to say something soft. But his eyes were hard, his grip bruising as he shoved you.
“You think I married you for love?” His words sliced through you like a blade. “You’re nothing. Just a weak, pathetic woman.”
The sting of his slap echoed louder than your sobs.
And that was only the beginning.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. The Heeseung you once knew—your best friend, your safe place—was gone. In his place stood a stranger who mocked you, belittled you, treated you like dirt beneath his shoes.
You cried yourself to sleep too many nights, whispering to yourself, What did I do wrong? Why does he hate me?
It wasn’t until months later, when your brother called both of you over, that the truth finally shattered through the lies.
The room was tense. You sat beside Heeseung, your hands shaking in your lap. Your brother stared at him with anger and confusion.
“Heeseung,” your brother said, voice sharp. “Why have you been treating her like this? After everything—why?”
For the first time in months, Heeseung didn’t lash out. Instead, his jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists on his knees. His eyes shifted toward your brother, and when he finally spoke, his voice dripped with restrained rage.
“You have the nerve to ask me that?” Heeseung’s voice trembled with fury. “Do you know what you did to my sister? How many nights she cried? How many times she begged for mercy from you?”
The color drained from your brother’s face.
“I saw her broken,” Heeseung continued, his voice cracking now. “I saw her lifeless, destroyed, humiliated by the man who promised to love her. My sister… your wife.” His chest rose and fell heavily. “So I showed you. I showed you what it feels like to have the person you trusted most tear you apart.”
The truth slammed into you like a tidal wave. Your lips parted, breath shaking. “So… everything you did to me—” your voice cracked, tears filling your eyes—“wasn’t because you hated me? It was because of him?”
Heeseung finally looked at you. And for the first time in months, you saw his eyes—not filled with hatred, but with guilt so heavy it nearly drowned him.
Your brother buried his face in his hands, shaking, while Heeseung’s sister—silent all this time—whispered, “It’s true. He hurt me. But I never wanted you to suffer for it…”
The room filled with tears, apologies, confessions. Your brother broke down, begging for forgiveness. Heeseung’s rage cracked into sobs, and for the first time, the air felt raw but honest.
That night, after everyone had left, silence fell over your home.
You sat at the edge of the bed, staring at your bruised reflection in the mirror of your heart, while Heeseung stood by the window, his shoulders slumped. The man who once terrified you now looked… small.
Finally, he turned. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry…”
Your chest tightened. You wanted to scream, to cry, to tell him how badly he had destroyed you. But you stayed silent, waiting.
“I thought I was protecting her,” he said, tears glistening in his eyes. “I thought if I made your brother see—if I made him feel the pain—he would change. But instead…” He swallowed hard, his voice breaking. “…I hurt the one person I swore to love the most. I became the monster I hated.”
Tears slid down your cheeks. You shook your head, whispering, “Do you have any idea what you put me through, Heeseung? I thought you stopped loving me. I thought I wasn’t enough for you.”
He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands trembling as they hovered near yours but didn’t dare touch. “You were always enough. You’re my everything.Do u...want to start again..with me?...