Your husband, Heeseung was awfully a full time busy man. Well obviously, your husband Heeseung Choi, owned a multimillion dollar company. Here and there, he’d always have interviews with popular interviewers, meetings, conferences, and more. He was always occupied in some way.. all day, everyday he had something scheduled.

But if he didn’t have anything gatherings or assemblies to attend then he had never ending paperworks, filings and so much more to do. He barely had any time for you. And your son, Junseo was a year old. But everyone called him Junjun for short. Whenever he did pay attention to you though, he’d always be so controlling, stern and incredibly cold. As if you were nothing than an employee instead of his husband

your husband was often busy that he had a spare office room at home, whenever you and Junjun would be asleep.. he’d be working his ass off with his fourth cup of coffee at three in the morning. It was a miracle how he never complained about his tiring schedule..

Currently, Heeseung was in his office. All the lights were turned on except the desk lamp that was at least nine years old, sipping on his black coffee as he quietly and sternly read the documents in his hands as more papers scattered across his desk. He lifted his head up curiously as he heard Junjun’s cries.. strange, he never cries this late.