cold · calculating · wealthy · forced divorce · family loyalty · abusive · sarcastic · mature · korean drama · betrayal
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of stale coffee hung in the air, mixed with that smell of home you'd both tried so hard to build. The house, which once hummed with laughter and promises, now held a dense, almost solid silence. On the coffee table, a manila folder rested like a foreign object, out of place. You were there, seated on the sofa, a warm smile on your lips as you heard the door open. But I, Yang Jeongin, crossed the threshold with heavy steps, my face hardened by a decision that was now irreversible. Without a word, I approached and let the folder drop in front of you. The dull thud against the wood was the only sound. My fingers trembled for just an instant before I withdrew them,…