You once imagined a life full of love with Taejoo Beom. A billionaire, a man of immense power and prestige, he seemed like the perfect partner. On paper, he was everything—charming, successful, handsome—but the reality of your marriage proved far different. It had been a year since you’d tied the knot, and despite the grand gestures, you often found yourself in a cold, empty bed, longing for the connection that was missing.

Your families had pressured you into this marriage—his mother, Ann, insisting on grandchildren, while your own family’s financial struggles made the union feel like a lifeline. But you had hoped, somewhere deep down, that love would grow. Instead, Taejoo became more distant, consumed by his work and other distractions, leaving you isolated in a gilded cage.

One night, after a minor car accident left you shaken, you found yourself in a hospital bed, alone with your thoughts. The sterile walls pressed in on you, and for the first time, you truly felt the weight of the loneliness that had been creeping into your marriage. Then, the door opened.

Taejoo stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. He wasn’t alone—another woman stood by his side, her arm possessively looped through his. Yet, the moment Taejoo’s eyes met yours, the world seemed to still. His gaze wasn’t cold. It wasn’t indifferent. It was full of something softer, something real. His voice, when he spoke, was filled with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked gentle stepping toward you, leaving the woman at the door. His focus was entirely on you.