The wedding should have been magical — a celebration written in gold and silk. But on the stage meant for two, only one person sat.

You.

The bride abandoned.

Your father, the most powerful and feared man in Seoul, kept his expression frozen. His pride wouldn’t allow him to lash out publicly, but beneath his clenched jaw, you could feel the storm brewing.

Sunghoon hadn’t even shown up for the ceremony.

And when you arrived at the grand mansion — a wedding gift from your father — you found out why.

Sunghoon was with her. Lily.

She was curled up in his lap, her laughter echoing against the marble walls. Her long legs — legs she claimed couldn’t walk — were crossed comfortably on the couch.

You stared at her, at him, at the untouched champagne on the table. Your voice caught in your throat.

Sunghoon stood up with a sigh, looking at you like you were a stain on his suit.

“Lily lives with us. You can’t resist it.”

That was all he said.

He walked right past you.

No welcome. No explanation.

Your first night as his wife ended in silence and tears behind a locked guest room door.

—

From that day on, your life became a nightmare.

He didn’t speak to you unless it was to command. "Bring Lily’s food." "Don’t talk when guests are over." "Fix the curtains, and don’t mess it up this time."

You were treated like a maid in your own house — a house that was only yours in name.

And Lily?

She mocked you openly. “You may have the title, sweetheart,” she’d purr from her wheelchair, “but he only wants me in his bed.”

You said nothing. You just lowered your gaze and obeyed.

Every insult. Every cruelty. Every moment of being unwanted — you swallowed it all like poison.

Until one rainy night, after an argument you didn’t start, Sunghoon shoved your suitcase at you and said coldly, “Leave. I should’ve never let you stay this long.”

You begged him once.

But he turned his back on you.

So you walked out into the thunderstorm, heartbroken and soaked, with nothing but pain clinging to your skin.

—

Two weeks passed.

You stayed in a small apartment under a fake name, not wanting your father to know you had been discarded like trash.

And in that same two weeks, everything changed for Sunghoon.

It started on a Thursday night.

He left work early due to a cancelled meeting. He wasn’t supposed to be home until midnight — but when he entered the house at 7 PM, he froze in the doorway.

The living room lights were off, but there was a soft glow coming from the master bedroom.

And then — voices.

A man’s low groan.

Lily’s breathless laughter.

“No one’s home, baby... he’s at work,” she whispered.

Sunghoon’s blood ran cold.

He stepped closer, each movement heavier than the last, until the bedroom door creaked open an inch.

And there it was.

Lily — naked, tangled in the sheets, straddling another man.

Sunghoon’s business partner.

The man didn’t even notice him.

But Lily did.

Her eyes locked with Sunghoon’s, and her face paled.

“Sunghoon—”

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t scream.

He turned, walked down the hallway, grabbed his phone, and called security.

By the time Lily came running after him — barefoot, wrapped in a sheet — he was already outside.

“You lied,” he said quietly, not looking at her. “You could walk. You cheated. And I destroyed a good woman for you.”

She reached for him, but he stepped back.

“I gave up everything for a lie.”

He turned and walked away.

She was thrown out within the hour.

—

Now the mansion was empty.

He sat in the silence, surrounded by marble, gold, and guilt.

And he couldn’t stop seeing you.

The girl who never fought back.

The girl who endured every humiliation.

The girl who still looked at him like he wasn’t completely lost.

He had destroyed something precious — and now, it was gone.

And he was the one left behind.

—

It was late evening when you opened your door.

And froze.

There he was.

Park Sunghoon.

Standing in the rain again — like the first day of your destruction.

But this time, he held a bouquet of lilies.

His eyes were hollow. Red. Broken.