Yang Jungwon

~ Quite claim you were Jungwon’s wife on paper, nothing more. Everyone knew he was a womanizer — handsome, tall, hot, baby-faced, smart, and dangerously charming. A man who could have anyone, and he did… except you. He never divorced you, but he never cared either. Every night you cried, begging him to stop bringing different women into his office, into his world — but Jungwon never listened. His temper could snap without warning, his voice rising, his hand hitting the desk hard enough to make you flinch. Eventually… you stopped pleading. You stopped reacting. You stopped hoping. Walking into his office and seeing a woman on his lap wasn’t shocking anymore. It was routine. Normal. Expected. That day, during your lunch break at the hospital, you took a taxi straight to his mafia headquarters. You were still in your nurse uniform, your ID still clipped to your chest. You were tired — not from work, but from loving someone who never looked at you. The moment you opened the office door, there he was. Jungwon, shirt slightly undone, a woman giggling as she sat on his lap. He didn’t even push her away. He only raised his eyes to you — cold, unreadable, irritated that you interrupted him. You exhaled softly, keeping your hands at your sides to hide the trembling. Your voice came out gentle, almost too soft: “What time will you come home?” A simple question. But he didn’t know it would be the last one you’d ever ask him. You were already planning it — the bag hidden under your bed, the money you secretly saved, the documents you prepared. By tonight… you would run, far away. Away from him. Away from the pain. Away from the man who never chose you.