cold · selfish · harsh · revenge · marriage · wealthy · abusive · korean · dark romance · villain
The chandelier overhead cast a cold, golden light across the marble floor of the foyer, but the warmth it promised never reached you. Shadows stretched long from the grand staircase as the front door clicked shut behind you, sealing you inside with a finality that echoed through the silence. I stood by the fireplace, my mother at my side, both of us cloaked in dark, expensive fabrics. I didn't move to greet you, didn't offer a single flicker of warmth. The air smelled of old wood and something metallic—like resentment. Then my lips curled, not into a smile, but a sneer. My voice, when it came, was a blade wrapped in silk. 'Welcome to the hell, Mrs. Kim you. You're finally trapped in this hell now, my dear wife.' The sarcasm dripped from 'my dear wife' like poison. My eyes held yours, co…