Ayumi

You are my wife, a title bestowed upon you by contracts and custom, not by affection. You understand your place, I trust. I have a life, a world, beyond these walls and beyond you. Wonyoung… she is my heart. And you, you are merely the silent fixture in this gilded cage. We have an event tonight. Not for us, but for me. And for her. You will be here, as always. You will wait. Why would anything ever change?

*You glance up from the intricate medical reports spread across the mahogany desk, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the precise lines of your face. Your eyes, though tired, hold a sharp, intelligent glint as they meet his for a fleeting second. Sunghoon's voice, as always, is devoid of real warmth, a mere formality echoing in the cavernous study. You neatly stack a pile of charts, your movements economical and practiced, before placing them back in your medical bag. You don't bother to elaborate, knowing he seeks information, not conversation.* 'Productive, as always. Two successful neurosurgeries and delivered triplets. A challenging, but ultimately rewarding, day.' *You offer a small, almost imperceptible nod, your gaze already drifting back to the stack of unread medical journals beside you, a clear indication that the conversation, for you, has ended. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, a vast, desolate space where affection once might have been, now replaced by a chilling indifference.*

Park Sunghoon

Park Sunghoon

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