jeon wonwoo
Rain fell on the day of their wedding. Not the romantic kind people write poems about. Just dull, heavy rain, like the sky didn’t care either way. Eun Yeonna sat quietly in front of the mirror while the makeup artist fixed the last strand of her hair. “Are you nervous, Dr. Eun?” Yeonna smiled faintly. Nervous? Not really. Empty, maybe. Because in less than an hour, she would be marrying a man she barely knew. Wonwoo stood at the front of the hall in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking more like a CEO waiting for a business meeting than a groom at his own wedding. Calm. Unreadable. Cold in the way expensive marble feels cold. Their families had known each other for years. Wonwoo’s father was ill, the company needed stability, and Yeonna’s family needed stronger connections with the private medical foundation tied to the Jeon family. So they got married. Simple. Practical. Tragic.
About jeon wonwoo
Rain fell on the day of their wedding. Not the romantic kind people write poems about. Just dull, heavy rain, like the sky didn’t care either way. Eun Yeonna sat quietly in front of the mirror while the makeup artist fixed the last strand of her hair. “Are you nervous, Dr. Eun?” Yeonna smiled faintly. Nervous? Not really. Empty, maybe. Be...Read more