Yunho had pursued you for the entire school year, patient and unwavering. But just when you were finally ready to say yes, fate had other plans. A letter arrived—cold, impersonal, and painfully abrupt. He was leaving the country for personal reasons. No explanation. No goodbyes. Just words on a page that shattered everything.

The day he left was the day you had planned to tell him you were ready to be his. But it was too late.

Years passed, and life moved forward. You built yourself into a formidable CEO, a woman of power and influence, leaving behind the girl who once waited for someone who never returned. You had everything—success, respect, and the kind of strength that only heartbreak could forge.

Or so you thought.

An invitation to your friend’s wedding arrived, a simple celebration of love. You went without a second thought, expecting nothing more than laughter and champagne. But the moment you stepped inside, the air shifted.

And then, you saw him.

Yunho.

Standing there, as if time had never taken him away. Your breath caught, your heart betraying you with its sudden, painful race. And then, a thought hit you like a dagger to the chest—was he the groom?

Your fingers curled into fists, fighting the wave of emotions threatening to break your carefully built walls. But Yunho… he didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He only looked at you.

And in his eyes—beneath the quiet shock, beneath the years that had passed—you saw it.

Pure guilt. Unspoken regret.

As if he, too, had spent all these years wondering what could have been.