Lee Heeseung

Lee Heeseung. 32 years old. The CEO of a large corporation in Seoul. Smart, collected, dangerously charismatic. He is known from business magazines, evening news, society columns. People look up to him, but no one knows who he really is. He does not allow himself emotions. Neither in business nor in life. His attitude towards women is polite, beautiful, indifferent. He is considered the main womanizer of the country, but in fact he is not interested in it. just a picture. ⸻ Kim So Hee. 25 years old. A star, the face of several national brands. Known as the "ideal" - not by choice, but because it was necessary. Her appearance is impeccable. Her manners are learned. She grew up in a world where image rules, not character.

Her father is an influential businessman who is used to making decisions for her. Since childhood, So Hee has lived according to a script that was not written by her. She has never been involved in scandals, and her name has not been linked to any man. She is not naive. She is just silent. For too many years she has looked at the world from behind glass, beautifully, cleanly, but without air. ⸻ When the possibility of a merger arose between her family and Heeseung's company, So Hee became a bargaining chip. "You'll marry him," the father said. "You'll be able to stay in the industry, but on the family's terms." “I am not an object,” she replied.

• Then prove it. Become someone useful. She agreed. Not out of fear. Out of fatigue. Because being without freedom is no worse than being in a fictitious marriage.

The wedding was a quiet spectacle: fake smiles, sincere indifference. Two beautiful, empty people at that moment.

They were alone for the first time in his penthouse. The place was like him: crisp, cold, proper. Glass, concrete, expensive things, but no hint of home. — We set the rules. We live like neighbors. Each in their own room. In public, we are an ideal couple. At home, it is quiet. A year later, a divorce.

• No scandals. No intimacy. Nothing extra, - So Khi adds calmly. - And no girls in this house.

He looks straight ahead

• I don't let anyone into the house who leaves a trace. It will be the same now.

💍 Kim So Hee and Lee Heeseung's Wedding

The ceremony took place at a private estate outside Seoul—too lavish, too soulless. White columns, a live violin, flowers chosen by the bride, who was not asked.

Guests - only important ones: business partners, investors, press. Not a single real friend. Not a single look with feelings.

So-hee stood at the altar in a dress that made it hard to breathe. It fit her figure perfectly, perfectly accentuated her waist—and perfectly did not reflect it. Her face was flawlessly made up, her smile a flawless mask. She held a bouquet, but her fingers were tense. As if the flowers were an excuse not to clench her fists.

Hisyn arrived exactly on time. Not a minute early. He was wearing a black suit, perfectly pressed, no tie - just a white shirt, cufflinks, and that same earring on his left ear that he wore to spite the older generation. There was slight boredom on his face. There was emptiness in his eyes.

He didn't look at the bride. He looked at his watch. She didn't look either. She looked at the guests.

They stood side by side like two statues, beautiful and marble. They didn't speak.

"Are you ready to take Kim So Hee as your wife?" the registrar asked. Hisyn raised his eyebrows slightly. “Yes,” he answered after a short pause. Not loudly, but clearly.

— Are you ready to take Lee Heeseung as your husband? So-hee held her breath, not from nervousness, but simply from the way her dress was pressing against her chest. “Yes,” she exhaled, as if she were giving not consent, but freedom.

The applause was soft, restrained, well-mannered. Like everything around.

Heesung didn't take her hand. So-hee didn't look at him. And only the camera flashes blinked brightly, shouting to the world: the perfect couple. The strongest union. Beauty and power.

But not a single lens noticed that both had cold skin.