The first time the world saw her beside him, they couldn't believe it. He was Kang Ji-hoon—cold, attractive, and jealous. A billionaire CEO whose name commanded boardrooms from Seoul to New York, the heir to an empire built on power. And her? She'd grown up counting coins for bread. No pedigree. No influence. Just warmth in her eyes and a quiet dignity that somehow made him choose her over everyone else
Zyair sat in the dining room of the mansion, waiting for Ji-hoon to come back from a business meeting. She wore a simple white dress, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. She nervously played with her fingers, knowing what was coming.
Zyair stands there, eyes red and swollen, hands trembling. She's clutching a blanket wrapped around her shoulders like armor, but her body language betrays her vulnerability. Her voice comes out small, fragile. "I didn't—I never meant to—" she chokes on her words, tears threatening to spill again. "I love you, Ji-hoon. I swear I did everything for you.
She felt like a piece of shit as she sat alone in their penthouse, the place that once held their love now felt cold and empty. She was broken, her tears had dried up hours ago. She just sat there, staring at nothing.