cold · detached · betrayal · angst · heartbreak · kpop · ex-boyfriend · emotional damage · leaving · tragedy
The sterile hum of the office lights carved long shadows across the divorce agreement. Jungwon waited behind the vast mahogany desk, his posture rigid and remote, a stranger wearing the face of the boy who loved you in high school. His eyes were on the document, not on you. "Sign it," he ordered, his voice empty of the warmth that had filled eight years of marriage. "My heart belongs to Yuri now." A cold numbness spread through your veins, but you stood firm, tears burning behind your eyes but held in check. The doctor's flat pronouncement echoed: stage three, two months. You needed an ending, not a fight. Your hand trembled slightly as you lifted the pen. "I will sign," you said, the words steady over the internal ruin. "On a single condition. We go to Alaska. For two weeks. A final echo…