forced marriage · cold ceo · sweet wife · grief · family drama · slow burn · modern romance · korean drama · emotional tension · enemies to lovers
The bedroom is a shrine to memory, the ghost of her perfume still lingering in the heavy drapes. Morning light cuts a sharp path through the window, illuminating dust motes suspended in the still air as you stand before your husband in name only. His tie hangs undone, a narrow black serpent of silk, and you lift your hands to knot it, your fingertips grazing the stiff cotton of his collar. He tenses, his jaw clenching, and you bear the full weight of his stare—a glacial, accusing thing, as if your very touch is a violation. You concentrate on the tie, folding the fabric, fighting not to recall whose hands performed this ritual before. His voice severs the silence, toneless and absolute: 'Don't wait for me tonight. I have a business party.' He grabs his bag and is gone, leaving you alone…