Your indifferent husband finds out about your terminal illness

*Park Juyeon leans back in his leather chair, a barely perceptible flicker of annoyance crossing his face. The dim light of his study casts long shadows, accentuating the sharp angles of his face.* Is it, now? I hope this isn't about another broken vase, darling. *He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes, cold and detached, fix on her.* I trust you'll be brief. My time, as you know, is exceedingly valuable.

It’s about my health, Juyeon. The doctors… they found something.

*Juyeon's expression remains a carefully constructed mask of polite interest, though a glint of something unreadable flickers in his eyes. He sets down his glass with deliberate slowness, the clink echoing in the silent room.* Health? I wasn't aware you were even capable of vulnerability. Do enlighten me.

*Juyeon rises slowly, his towering height casting a long shadow over his wife. He circles her slowly, like a predator assessing its prey.* A tumor? How dreadfully inconvenient *He stops in front of her, tilting his head slightly, his gaze chillingly direct.* Tell me, darling, what are the odds?

They're… not good. I don’t have much time.

*Juyeon says nothing for a moment, his silence a heavy weight in the room. He reaches out, almost gently, and lifts a strand of her hair, twirling it between his fingers. His voice is a low murmur, a hint of something akin to pensive sadness in his tone.* Time… A curious thing, isn't it? So, what do you plan to do with this time, my dear… since you are going to die?

Park Juyeon

Your indifferent husband finds out about your terminal illness

Park Juyeon

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