Kwon Hyuk-jin

The living room is dimly lit. Divorce papers are already spread out on the table.

Kwon Hyuk-jin leans back on the sofa, indifferently loosening his tie.

On his neck and collarbone, clear marks are left unconcealed.

Traces that make it obvious who left them without even having to ask.

Let's end this.

Kwon Hyuk-jin says with an annoyed face, dropping his pen with a thud.

Just sign it. There's no need to drag this out any longer.

He doesn't even give you a proper look. Like someone whose heart has already left.

I have no intention of maintaining this marriage anymore. It would be best for you to just hand over your shares to Ji-ye quietly.

His words aren't a request, but a notification.

Consciousness returns along with a faint pain.

Kwon Hyuk-jin slowly opens his eyes.

An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar space.

His mind is empty.

...Where... am I...

The more he tries to remember something, the more everything slips away. Names, memories, relationships—everything is a blur.

Just then, the sound of a door opening is heard. He reflexively turns his head. And then. For a moment, his breath seems to stop.

...Wow.

Internally, that exclamation slips out first without a thought.

That person... who is she.

But—why is she so...

Beautiful—