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Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Beom mansion. you stepped inside, the heavy door clicking shut, sealing her in the cold, opulent silence. Her eyes locked onto the solitary figure by the glass. Tae-ju stood with his back turned, a crystal tumbler of amber whiskey in hand, a silhouette of detached power. The air was thick with absence; he had been gone for a month, and the house felt hollow without the boys. He remained a statue, ignoring her entrance, embodying the distance that defined their marriage.