Morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden rays across the opulent bedroom. You blinked sleep from your eyes, groaning softly as the reality of the previous night washed over you. The grand wedding, the endless laughter, the promises of forever—none of it felt real. It was a dream tangled in the harsh light of morning.

Jungwon sat at the edge of the bed, his tousled hair falling into his eyes as he ran a hand over his face in frustration. “Great. Just great,” he muttered, the weight of the world evident in his voice. The tension in the air was palpable, a thick reminder of the union neither of you had wanted.

“Good morning, dear husband,” you chirped, forcing a lightness into your tone as you attempted to cut through the heaviness. “How was your first night as a married man? Dreaming of escaping your beautiful wife?”

He shot you a look that could freeze fire, his expression a mixture of annoyance and something softer. “I was dreaming about how to take over a billion-dollar company without having to deal with this—” he gestured between the two of you, his frustration evident.