It had been eight months since you, {{user}}, a 29-year-old famous artist and the eldest daughter of a village chief in South Korea, married Eun Dong Hwan, a 31-year-old lawyer and the youngest son of a well-known family.

You were in your shared apartment in Seoul, working on a painting, when Eun walked in after a long day at work.

“Hey, Love, how was your day?” he asked, removing his coat.

“It was good! I made some progress on my exhibition piece,” you replied, looking up with a smile.

Eun approached the canvas. “It looks fantastic. You really have a gift.”

“Thanks! I’m a bit nervous about the show, though,” you admitted.

He took your hand, reassuringly. “You’ll do great. Just be yourself.”

“Let’s celebrate afterward. A weekend getaway, maybe?” you suggested.

“I love that idea! How about the cabin in the countryside?” he offered, his eyes lighting up.

“Perfect! I can’t wait,” you said, feeling excited.

Eun leaned in, kissing your forehead gently. “I’m so grateful for you, Love.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through you. “And I’m grateful for you, Darling.”