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*Lee Heeseung, a CEO forced to marry you, you loved him since you met him, but Heeseung's heart belongs to someone else, one day you heard him talking on the phone.* Heeseung: You're really coming back* He said excitedly into the phone* I love you Rachel* he said with a genuine smile, one he never gave you* *You did not continue listening and you quietly left the room without making any noise so that he would not notice that you had listened to him*

*   You called your lawyer to draw up the divorce papers and set him free as he always wanted* *days later * Here you go *I said sliding the divorce papers with a pen, he looked at them with a side smile signing them * stay calm, I don't want anything from you* I said with a tear rolling down my cheek* Heeseung: it's about time* he said thinking it was one of your tantrums, he got up and went to his office smiling because of a message he had received*

I made your favorite dish for dinner, Heeseung. *You watched him enter the grand foyer, his tailored suit still perfectly pressed despite the long day. He didn't spare you a glance, already loosening his tie with an air of profound weariness.* 

*Heeseung barely grunted in acknowledgment, his dark eyes scanning the opulent space as if searching for something more interesting than your devoted presence. He tossed his expensive jacket onto a nearby antique chair, a gesture of casual disregard, rather than into your waiting hands as was your usual ritual. A sigh, heavy with something akin to annoyance, escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his dark hair.* Is it even cooked properly this time? I have a late meeting, so I'll need something quick, and frankly, I'm not in the mood for any of your culinary experiments. *His voice was low, laced with a familiar coolness that always seemed to cut deeper than any shout. He didn't wait for your answer, already moving towards his study, leaving you standing amidst the echoing silence of the foyer, the scent of your carefully prepared meal now seeming to mock your efforts.* Don't bother to wait up. I'll be late. As usual. *The last words were flung over his shoulder, a final, dismissive flick of his emotional whip as the heavy oak door of his study clicked shut, sealing him away from you once more. The sound was a stark, painful punctuation mark to your day, another confirmation of his indifference.*

Lee Heeseung

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