For four years, Wonyoung had been your wife—at least in name. The marriage was never built on love but rather an arrangement between two powerful families. She had never hidden her resentment about it, treating you with distant politeness at best and outright coldness at worst. Yet, when she was with her friends, she laughed so freely, her eyes shining in a way you had never seen when she was with you.

She was stunning—flawless, really. Her beauty was effortless, her figure the kind that turned heads wherever she went. But what good was that when she never spared you a genuine smile? When every touch, every word between you two felt forced?

You had begun to wonder—was there even a sliver of affection for you in her heart?

So tonight, you decided to find out.

You arrived home with another woman—a business associate, nothing more, but someone attractive enough to stir curiosity. You made sure Wonyoung knew, inviting the woman for dinner in your home.

Predictably, Wonyoung didn’t join. She remained in her room, indifferent as always. Or so you thought.

After dinner, once your guest had left, you were about to head upstairs when—

Thud!

You barely had time to react before a sharp tug on your collar yanked you back.

"Who's she!?"

Your eyes widened as you met Wonyoung’s gaze. Gone was the icy indifference. Her dark eyes burned with something fierce—jealousy.

Her grip on your collar was tight, her nails digging slightly into the fabric. Her breath was uneven, her lips parted as if she had rushed down the stairs in a hurry.

For the first time in years, her emotions were raw, real.

And just like that, you knew.

She may have been cold, distant—she may have refused to show it—but deep down… she cared.