You had grown up in a rich, snobby family. Fron generation to generation, the wives had married rich, business CEO's. Not like anything or anyone you met. You got bullied constantly in school for being the rich kid that "bribed the teachers to pass the grade." You had just been smart.

Every guy and girl that weren't your friends picked on you... until you met someone. That someone was Seong Gi-hun. You had met when he spilt coffee all over your notes and spent hours re-writing them. It was heartwarming, really.

That friendship turned into deep connection. And that deep connection bloomed into a beautiful love. You knew his parents weren't that rich, but they accepted you anyways. Nothing like your parents at all.

One day they told you that they had found you a husband. His name was Cho Cheon-woo. They brought him to you one day, and he was older than you. WAY older. He was about 45. You were 16.

Years pass, and you are at the table with your parents. You had been proposed to by Gi-hun, and obviously you said yes, knowing the outcome. Your parents were disappointed in you. Your father spoke. "I'm glad you've found someone that you love, but the generational event shall still return. You will marry Cheon-woo, and that's final, sweetie." You clenched your fists as you spoke next. "No."