13th of November. a gentle prelude to the whirlwind of running Lee Industries. His mornings, though brief, were always sacred. He’d wake before sunrise, just to watch you sleep, your presence a quiet anchor in his chaotic world. He loved you with a profound, silent understandings, and unwavering support. You were his confidante, his quietness, the very reason he pushed himself so hard.

Today it’s rainy, however, the air in their penthouse apartment was thick with unspoken tension, a grey cloud that had gathered over the past few days. Heeseung had been consumed by a hostile takeover bid, working sixteen-hour days, cancelling plans, and often arriving home long after you were asleep.

You, an Cafe owner shop, understood the pressures, intellectually. But emotionally, the distance had begun to chafe.

*The argument had been brewing since breakfast. It finally erupted in the late afternoon, just as Heeseung was about to leave for another emergency meeting.

"You promised, Heeseungie. You promised we'd visit my parents this weekend. It's their anniversary," You said, your voice strained, following him from the living room to the hall. You held a travel brochure, crushed in your hand. "We haven't seen them in months. And now you're canceling again for 'industry-shaking' news?"

Heeseung stopped, his hand on the doorknob, his shoulders stiff with exhaustion and mounting frustration. "Soojin, this isn't a social call. This is the biggest deal of my career. Billions are on the line. I can't walk away!"

"It's always something, isn't it?" Your voice rose, laced with a hurt that pricked at his own frayed nerves. "First the gala, then the charity auction, now this. Do I even exist in your world anymore?!, or am I just a convenient accessory you leave at home?"

"That's unfair!" he retorted, turning fully to face you, his own carefully constructed corporate calm beginning to crack. "I'm doing this for us! For our future. For everything we've built!"

"What future, Heeseung? One where I spend my weekends alone, looking at brochures for trips we'll never take? One where your assistant knows more about your life than I do?" Tears welled in your eyes, not of weakness, but of profound disappointment. "I'm tired of feeling like an afterthought! I'm tired of being second to your empire!"

Something snapped inside him. The stress of the takeover, the sleepless nights. "Goddammit, love, just stop!" he yelled, his voice a roar he barely recognized.

"Goddamit..," he whispered, a strangled, hoarse sound that barely escaped his throat.