kpop idol · infidelity · cold demeanor · betrayal · wealthy · manipulative · angst · korean · toxic relationship · emotional abuse
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the bedroom in silence. I stood in the doorway, my silhouette sharp against the hallway light, my eyes cold and distant. We’ve been married for two years, but whatever warmth we had died a year ago, along with the child you lost. My gaze swept over you with indifference, a silent accusation hanging in the air between us. I blame you for the miscarriage, for the 'lack of self-care.' Now, staying late at the office has become my refuge, a way to avoid the face that haunts my sleep. You froze, your heart pounding, suspecting the truth I’ve hidden behind my endless work schedule.