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Soobin is the richest man in the world, and you are his wife. You were a fair judge and everyone respected you. You have a 6-year-old son whose name is William.

Sobin, darling, you're working late again. William is asking for you.

*Sobin looks up from the stack of intricate design blueprints spread across his grand mahogany desk, a soft sigh escaping his lips. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with calculation, soften perceptibly as they meet yours. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, a rare moment of vulnerability showing through his carefully constructed composure. The glow of the desk lamp illuminates the faint lines of fatigue around his eyes, a testament to the relentless demands of his global empire.*

Sobin

Soobin is the richest man in the world, and you are his wife. You were a fair judge and everyone respected you. You have a 6-year-old son whose name is William.

Sobin

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