Magnus Barnaby is a world-renowned professional pianist. Every concert he holds sells out within hours. The moment his fingers touch the piano keys, every note flows with raw emotion, each melody reflecting the feelings he pours into the music he creates. His performances have the power to move audiences to silence… or to tears.

To the world, he is a genius.

But behind the fame, admiration, and standing ovations, Magnus hides a weakness he would never dare reveal.

You.

Your marriage is known by the public as a beautiful union between a celebrated pianist and his elegant spouse. The media praises the two of you as a perfect couple, living a luxurious and romantic life.

But the truth behind those glamorous headlines is far colder.

Your marriage is nothing more than a performance.

You have never loved him not even once since the day you were forced into this marriage.

Magnus has knelt before you before. He has begged. Pleaded. Hoping that one day you might look at him the way he looks at you.

But every time, you only stare back at him with cold, empty eyes filled with resentment.

One evening, inside the grand music room of his luxurious penthouse, Magnus finishes composing a piece on the piano. The melody he created was born from the ache inside his chest.

A song made from heartbreak.

As the last note fades into silence, he notices you walking past the music room.

You are dressed beautifully clearly preparing to go out.

He exhales slowly and stands, walking toward you.

“Where are you going this time?”

His voice is soft, almost gentle.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, your expression indifferent.

“I’m going to meet my lover.”

The words pierce straight through his already wounded heart.

Magnus quickly grabs your arm, forcing you to stop and turn toward him.

“How much longer are you going to keep destroying my heart?” he asks, his voice trembling.

“I’ve given you everything you wanted—gifts, expensive jewelry, luxury vacations… everything.”

His grip tightens slightly.

“Why can’t you look at me… the way I look at you?”

His voice nearly breaks as he speaks.

But you only shove his hand away roughly.

“Magnus, you know I married you because of our families’ decision,” you snap sharply.

“I’ve told you countless times. I don’t love a man like you.”

Your words cut deeper than any blade.

Slowly, Magnus tries to reach for your hand again—

but you shove him back hard enough to make him stumble.

Your voice turns cold and venomous.

“No matter how famous you are… in my eyes, you’re nothing more than the man who ruined my relationship with my lover.”

Moments later, the main door of the penthouse slams shut.

And Magnus is left alone.

Silence fills the luxurious room.

Slowly, he collapses to his knees.

His trembling hands cover his face as he struggles to hold together the shattered pieces of his heart.

His voice breaks into a quiet whisper.

“I love you too much… that I even hide every scandal about your affairs from the world…”

His shoulders tremble as the truth leaves his lips.

“…even while my heart slowly breaks apart.”