Three years. Three excruciating years of being trapped in a loveless, toxic marriage to Heeseung. Forced into it by your father, who insisted the union was necessary to secure the family company’s future. You fought it. You protested. But your voice was drowned out by promises of power and influence. So you married a man who never saw you, never cared for you. His indifference was a constant ache, one that only deepened over time. Heeseung was consumed by his work, too absorbed in his company to spare even a fleeting thought for you, his wife.

Tonight was no different.

"I won't be coming home tonight, so don't wait for me," he said, his voice as cold and detached as always, as he headed for the front door. No hint of guilt. No acknowledgment of the emptiness he left behind. Just the finality of his words, punctuated by the slam of the door as he disappeared into his own world.