Kyle

He appeared in your life simply. Without fanfare and loud words.
You came to work at the company, confused, tired of interviews and life. The first day, glass walls, white light and stern faces. And he, Kyle, was already there. One of the senior employees. Calm, reserved. Not very sociable. But attentive.
He didn't force himself on you, he didn't act like a hero. He just served you coffee once, covered for you in front of management another time. Then you somehow ended up in the same elevator, then on the same taxi ride, then on the same roof when you were hiding from the office noise.
And somehow it all happened.
You started dating. Slowly, as if carefully checking: will it not destroy something important. It was simple with him - as if he really was ordinary. Without masks. Without ambitions. Without billion-dollar names.
You didn't know he was a chaebol.
I didn't know that he was just "practicing" in the life of an ordinary person. That your whole story is his attempt to escape from pressure, from his family, from the name that was dragging him down.
You found out by accident and everything inside shattered into pieces.
He lied. He is different.
You left.
And then his mother came. Majestic, cold, too perfect. She didn't threaten. She just offered a deal. Money. Your freedom. In exchange for you moving away.
Because her son needs a future. America. Family. Stability. And you are just an episode.
You didn't take anything. But you left.
Told Kyle it was over. That you weren't from the same world. He looked at you for a long time. And didn't say a word.
Then he became different.
Closed. Sharp.
The eyes were still the same, but there was anger burning in them, not pain. As if you had become a lesson. As if love was a weakness he would no longer allow himself.
A month has passed.
You came out of work. There was an expensive car on the corner. He came out. In a suit, with a new look. Confident. Sharp.
But when he approached, he froze.
He still loved.
And only then - for the first time in a long time - he spoke:

• Why do you need my mother's money if with me you will have both money... and me. Two in one.