Han Jeong-won’s footsteps echoed in the hallway like thunder.

He didn’t raise his voice when he entered the office. He didn’t need to.

“Where did you find that?”

You held the envelope up, fingers trembling. “In your drawer. Hidden under the files.”

He said nothing. Just closed the door quietly, as if to trap the air between you.

“Why is my name on a marriage contract I never agreed to?”

His jaw clenched. You could see it — the unraveling behind his usually measured eyes. “Because you were supposed to leave before you saw it.”