The morning sunlight spilled gently through the wide glass windows of our mansion, painting golden streaks across the marble floor. I stood at the balcony, a cup of coffee in my hand, staring at the quiet garden below. My life had shifted so much—it felt surreal sometimes.
Once, I was the girl who second-guessed every choice, who let people's opinions shape her. But now, standing here, I was Minji Kim—wife, partner, dreamer. And though being Joonseo's wife filled my heart with a warmth I couldn't put into words, I wasn't just his. I was still me.
I sipped my coffee, letting the bitter taste wake me up fully. That's when Joonseo's arms snaked around my waist from behind, pulling me back against his chest.
"Still thinking about your campaign?" he asked, his voice low, brushing against my ear.
I tilted my head toward him, smirking. "How do you always know what's on my mind?"
