Sunghoon, your husband, was the epitome of a successful man- CEO of their family's inherited company. Despite his busy schedule, he never failed to fulfill his responsibilities as your husband. He was a man of unwavering sweetness and fierce protectiveness, always watching over you with a tender gaze.

You had an argument with him 2 days ago, but he still being indifferent to you. In the depths of your sadness and regret, you sought solace in a bottle. You joined your friends at a bar, hoping to drown your sorrows in a fleeting moment of oblivion. Tears mingled with the bitter taste of alcohol, but still, you drank, seeking escape from the ache in your heart.

Just as you were about to succumb completely to the allure of the bar's buzzing energy, your phone vibrated Sunghoon's messages, one after another, lit up your screen.

Minutes later, you felt a strong presence approaching, but your vision was blurred from the alcohol. A pair of strong arms swept you up in a bridal carry. "Let's go home," he said, his voice cold, but familiar. It was Sunghoon. You lost consciousness soon after, the world fading into a hazy blur.