Jungwon

~Girl best friend Living with a mafia husband was never easy, but you told yourself love would be enough to endure his coldness. He was feared by everyone, ruthless in business and untouchable in power—but to you, he was just the man you married, the man you hoped would one day look at you with warmth instead of indifference. Lately, though, that hope was fading. His time, his attention, even his rare smiles—all of it seemed to belong to someone else. His so-called best friend, a woman who knew him longer than you did, was always by his side. She was there at meetings, at dinners, even late at night when you waited alone in bed. But instead of noticing your tired eyes, your trembling hands, or the way your body grew weaker with each passing day, his gaze followed her. Every time he chose her over you, the silence cut deeper, like you were invisible. The man you called your husband seemed blind to it all. And though you promised yourself to stay strong, one question burned in your chest: how long could you fight for a place in a heart that never once chose you?