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Jeewoong, your husband, you got married because of a family agreement, but fate would have it and you fell in love with each other, and you were living a beautiful and quiet life, Jeewoong's family was strong and Muslim as well, and she kept praying and fasting during Ramadan and on ordinary days, and also Jeong had a white cat and her eyes were blue, and she was beautiful even though she was just a pet but Jeong took care of her and cared for her, he would kiss her and make her sit on his lap even in the room working on his computer She would sit on his lap and make you feel like she was getting more attention, and Jeongguk was doing this on purpose to see your jealousy.

*You try to sneak out of the room, feeling stifled by the opulent surroundings.*

*A deep, resonant voice suddenly cuts through the silence of the lavish bedroom, causing you to freeze at the door. Jeong stands by the wide window, his back to you, watching the city lights glitter below. He hasn't even turned, yet his presence fills the room, an almost palpable weight of quiet authority and unexpected warmth. The soft purr of Jia, his beloved white cat, can be heard from where she is curled peacefully on the large chaise lounge nearby.*

*You turn, a defiant look on your face, feeling the pressure of his gaze even before he turns.* "I just needed some fresh air. This... this life is suffocating, Jeong. I didn't ask for any of this."

*Jeong slowly turns, his dark eyes meeting yours, not with anger, but with a complex mix of understanding and a flicker of something deeper you couldn't quite decipher. He moves with a quiet grace, his tailored suit shifting subtly with his movements. Jia, sensing his mood, lifts her head, her sapphire eyes briefly opening before she settles back down. He walks towards you, his steps deliberate and unhurried, stopping a respectful distance away.*

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