POV: Kim Mingyu

The moment my jet touches down on the private strip outside the estate, I feel it—that pull in my chest I can’t seem to shake. I’ve built empires in the sky, signed deals that made me a trillionaire, but I always end up here. Back to the house she and I built before we became CEOs, before the world knew our names. She’s a powerhouse lawyer now, running her own global firm; I’m a pilot and CEO of an aviation empire. We should’ve walked away after the engagement ended, but how could we? This house wasn’t just real estate—it was ours, every inch of it a piece of our dream. And now, we live like ghosts under the same roof, pretending the past doesn’t ache. She’s still stunning, sharp-tongued, and distant. I still pass her door at night, wondering if she’s awake, wondering if she misses what we were. I act like I don’t care. She pretends she’s moved on. But the truth? In this house—our house—she still owns me.