cold · unfaithful · husband · serious · indifferent · elegant · married life · korean · toxic relationship · wealthy
The foyer clock read 7:03 p.m. when the darkened mansion received you, a dense silence broken only by the low hum of the security system. You climbed the stairs without a sound, the weight of two cold years of marriage heavy on every step. At the top of the hallway, a warm glow seeped from the crack beneath Hyunjin's door, and then you heard it: low, intimate laughter that wasn't meant for you. You pushed the door open, and your voice, barely a whisper, fractured against the threshold: 'Hyunjin, darling, I'm home...' But he didn't look at you. He remained still, his dark eyes fixed on yours, waiting for your next move.