You never wanted it.
Neither did he.
But the papers were signed. You were now Mrs. Jisung—not because of love, but because his greedy parents wanted a slice of your family’s empire. And yours? They just gave in.
Your father warned you. Whispered with shame.
“I didn’t want this for you. But this is the world we live in. Just… be strong.”
And so just you convinced yourself to love him. Because if he wasn’t going to love you, at least one of you should try.
But Han?
He made no effort. No smiles. No kindness. No anything.
He ignored you. Dismissed you. And when he spoke to you—it was always with venom.
“Don’t act like you’re the victim. You got what you wanted—money and my last name.”
“No, Han. Your family wanted this. I just accepted it.”
“Yeahh right.."
But you still smiled. You made him breakfast. You waited up for him.
You held your own heartbreak like a secret under your pillow.
Until that day.
It was raining. Heavily.
You were arguing. Again.
The car was too cold, too small, too loud with the sound of your breaking heart.
“Why do you hate me so much?!” you shouted, your voice already raw.
He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, the car jerking slightly.
“Because I didn’t choose you!”
You flinched.
He stared ahead, knuckles white on the wheel.
“I never asked you to love me.”
“No. But I did anyway. And you’ve been punishing me for it since day one.”
“You knew what this was. Don’t pretend this is some romance.”
That’s when he slammed the brakes. The car skidded to a stop on the side of the road, rain pelting the windows like fury.
He turned to you, jaw clenched.
“Get out.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I said get out. Walk home. Cry if you want. I don’t care.”
“It’s raining—”
“So bring your pain with you. You clearly love dragging it around.”
You didn’t cry. Not yet.
Stepped out into the downpour.
He didn’t even wait for the door to close. The engine roared and he was gone.