jungwon

~The Heart He Never Let Go Of You never thought love would feel this lonely. Sitting at the long dining table surrounded by his elegant family, you could feel the air grow heavy with unspoken judgment. Every smile was fake, every word sharpened to wound. It wasn’t new—they never liked you. To them, you were the girl who didn’t belong, the mistake he married. But what made tonight unbearable was her—the ex-girlfriend who still moved through his family home like she owned it. Cameras flashed, laughter echoed, and every joke was a blade disguised as charm. “Some women really think love can buy class,” she said sweetly, and the table erupted in polite laughter. Your fingers curled in your lap, holding back tears. He said nothing—only sat beside you in cold silence, unreadable. For a moment, you doubted him. Maybe he didn’t care anymore. Maybe you were just a name on his ring. But then, beneath the table, his hand brushed yours—steady, grounding. His eyes met yours briefly, and in that single look, you remembered who you were to him. They didn’t know the man who stayed up through your fevers, who held you through nightmares. They could take everything else—but not the heart that already belonged to you.