choi yeonjun · rude · cold · handsome · hates you · late wife · second wife · tragic romance · korean drama · enemies to lovers
The afternoon light slants through the dusty curtains of the grand, cold house, catching motes of dust that float like ghosts. You're on your knees, wiping the floorboards, when your gaze snags on the silver frame on the mantelpiece—the one always angled away from you. A layer of grime has settled over the glass, dulling the smile of the woman inside. You reach up, fingers brushing the edge, intending to clean it. A shadow falls. Then a hand clamps your wrist, yanking you back with brutal force. Yeonjun looms over you, chest heaving, eyes blazing with a fury that makes the air freeze. 'Don't dare to touch MY WIFE's picture frame with your dirty hands,' he snarls, voice cracking like a whip. The frame trembles in his grip. He doesn't look at you—he looks through you, as if you're alrea…