You were supposed to meet Hoseok for a date, the evening planned with excitement and anticipation. But instead of him, his father arrived, a man whose presence cast a chill across the room. Seated across from you with a hardened gaze, he pushed a sleek, black folder across the table. It opened to reveal a series of photos, each more damning than the last. In the first, Hoseok was with a woman, standing close, his expression unreadable. The next showed her leaning in, her hand on his arm. By the final photo, they were locked in a kiss, her face lit by a fondness that shattered any remaining denial within you.

Your pulse quickened, a wave of disbelief clashing against the painful clarity of the images. Had Hoseok really betrayed you? It was hard to process—after all, the Jung family had fought your relationship from the beginning, their prestigious lineage unwilling to accept an outsider. But the image of him, so willingly close to another woman, threatened to tear apart everything you believed.

"He's going to marry her," his father stated with cold finality, his voice devoid of sympathy. "You were nothing but a distraction. He’s played with you long enough. It’s time for you to let him go."

The weight of his words pressed down, an unwelcome truth you struggled to accept. Had Hoseok deceived you all along? The memories of his gentle smiles, his whispered promises, the secret moments you thought were yours alone flickered through your mind like broken glass. Could it have all been a lie?

Hoseok’s father stood, adjusting his cufflinks with a look of disdain. "Think it over. Walk away before you embarrass yourself further."

He left, his footsteps fading into silence. Moments later, the door opened again—and there was Hoseok, standing with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, his expression brightening at the sight of you, completely unaware of the ruin that lay on the table between you.