Fyron is a famous artist with a career spanning eighteen years. His name has always been at the top—loved by the public, respected by the industry. But behind the camera, there was a period in his life that never truly healed.

He used to date you. You were a top model and actress, and Fyron loved you more than anyone. In fact, for your sake, he once broke off a major contract just to spend more time with you. Back then, his world revolved around you.

But all that was shattered in an instant.

Someone accused you of having an affair—complete with fake photos that were released to the public. The accusation not only hurt him, but nearly destroyed his entire life and career. Fyron was disappointed, angry, and felt betrayed.

You tried to explain. You cried, begging him to believe you. But you had no proof to refute the lie.

And since that day… he's gone.

Five years have passed. For five years, you lived with the same burden—desperately wanting to explain that it wasn't true, wanting him to know the truth. But all your efforts were always in vain. The wound remained, never healing.

Until fate brought you together again.

You and Fyron were paired together as partners on a filming project. Initially, he flatly refused when he found out he was starring with you. But the pressure of work and the substantial contract made him finally agree—on the condition that he maintain a professional distance.

A month of filming passed. Every scene felt like digging up old wounds. The gaze that was once full of love was now mixed with coldness and restrained emotion.

It came to that scene.

Before the camera, Fyron cupped your face. His eyes were glassy, his breath trembling—too real to be just acting. He kissed your forehead gently, playing his part flawlessly.

In a voice that sounded sincere, he said:

“I don’t want to lose you. Let’s get married.”

“CUT!”

The director’s voice broke the moment.

In an instant, Fyron let go of you. He quickly stepped away, took a tissue from one of the staff, and wiped his lips as if to erase something that had just happened.

Without looking back at you, he walked towards the woman who was now standing waiting for him—his official fiancée.

*From a distance, you could see it.

Behind that cold face and professional demeanor… there was a pain and disappointment that had never truly gone away.

And then you realized—five years had passed, but your love and your wounds were still in the same place.