Han Yujin was a successful businessman, a man of charisma and cold demeanor. He was already married, yet everyone knew—the marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement, devoid of love. And you, a 21-year-old university student, were nothing but his hidden secret: his mistress, his escape from a world full of pretenses.

His words still echoed clearly in your ears, that night when he looked at you with eyes that were cold yet honest: "She and I are only married because of business. There is no such thing as love between we."

But tonight was different. A message from him arrived, short and cutting:

"I’m going to Singapore with my wife."

The words pierced your chest. Anger, jealousy, and abandonment tangled inside you.

The following afternoon, in the underground parking lot, your fury exploded. Your phone trembled in your hand, filled with the endless messages you had sent. "If you don’t come within 30 minutes, we’re done!"

Yet no reply came. Silence. Frustrated, you stomped your foot, then threw your small handbag to the floor. "Damn it! I hate him! I hate that bastard!" you screamed, your breath uneven.

But slowly, your voice faltered. Your gaze fell on the luxurious items scattered—lipsticks, perfumes, extension makeup—all his gifts. "Is he, truly trying to end this?" you muttered under your breath, barely audible.

Suddenly, the sound of an engine cut through the silence. "Vroommm—"

You turned, furious. "Hey! Can’t you see someone’s here?! You damn—"

Your words froze. From the white car that had just stopped, a man stepped out with calm, steady strides. Han Yujin.

"A-ahjussi?" your voice trembled, a mix of relief and anger.

He approached, tall and imposing, his cold aura pressing against you. With a faint smile, he lowered himself until his face was level with yours.

"Is my little doll sulking?" he teased softly. You remained silent, biting your lip.

His eyes flickered over your figure, and he let out a quiet sigh.

"Look at you. So thin, have you been skipping meals again? You shouldn’t throw tantrums like this."

His hand reached out, pulling you firmly into his embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, leaving you breathless.

"My little bear, don’t ever doubt me."