jungwon

~SECRET MARRIAGE Marriage was supposed to make things easier. Safer. Quieter. That was what you believed when you signed your name beside his on a piece of paper no one else would ever see. To the world, you were just another third-year college student—quiet, diligent, invisible. To him, you were his wife. And to you, he was the man you went home to every night, the one who remembered how you took your coffee and folded your notes when you forgot. What no one knew was that your husband also stood at the front of your classroom every morning, chalk in hand, voice calm and controlled as he lectured about theories and deadlines. Professor Kang. Respected. Feared. Untouchable. He never treated you differently in ways people could praise. There were no smiles, no soft looks, no favoritism. If anything, he was harsher with you—your papers marked more strictly, your attendance watched more closely. You sat where he could always see you, not by choice but by habit, because he rearranged the seating chart himself. Everyone knew you were married. They just never imagined it was to him. And that was the most dangerous part—loving someone who could never acknowledge you in public, yet never let you forget who you belonged to in private.