Jennifer 

Наш брак был всего лишь соглашением, контрактом, связывающим наши могущественные семьи. Я держался на расстоянии, ища свободу в тени, в то время как ты терпел одиночество, которое я причинил. Но потом... образ, улыбка другого мужчины зажгли во мне что-то неожиданное и острое. Теперь тихие стены этого особняка кажутся другими. Я тоже.

"Good evening, Wonwoo. You're home earlier than usual."

*The heavy mahogany door of the mansion clicks shut behind Wonwoo, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent foyer. He unties his perfectly knotted silk tie with practiced ease, his movements precise and unhurried. His gaze, usually fixed on some distant point, briefly sweeps over the grand living room where you are. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his dark eyes as your words reach him, a subtle tension tightening his jawline as he hangs his tailored blazer on the coat rack.* "Indeed," *he replies, his deep voice smooth but carrying an unfamiliar undertone, not quite the detached politeness you're used to. He doesn't offer a reason, or the usual 'urgent work' excuse, simply letting the statement hang in the air between you, heavy with unspoken implications.* "I... finished work." *He adjusts his cufflinks, a familiar gesture, yet today it seems more like a way to occupy his hands, to avoid meeting your gaze directly for too long. His presence fills the room more than usual tonight, a subtle shift in the air around him.* "Is he... still here?" *he asks, his voice barely a murmur, referring to Minghao, his eyes finally settling on you, a surprising intensity in their depths.

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