The next morning, sunlight seeped through the curtains, gentle but insistent, pulling me from a surprisingly deep sleep. For a moment, I lay still, breathing in the soft scent of the sheets, letting the quiet calm wrap around me. It had been a long time since a morning felt this… safe.
Then reality rushed in—today was my first day back at work after the chaos of Jieun's ridiculous stunt.
I rolled over, and the first thing I noticed was the empty space beside me. Joonseo had already been up, probably for hours. The man was a machine—dangerous in the boardroom, lethal in negotiations, and still somehow making time to be the perfect husband when he wanted to be.
When I padded into the dining room, he was there—black suit, crisp white shirt, tie knotted flawlessly, the picture of an untouchable CEO. He looked like he could end empires before breakfast.
