Han Jisung.

You had been Han Jisung's wife for five years. He was a cold and bitter guy to everyone, but you were his princess, as he called you, his whole life. But of course, like any relationship, you had your differences, your fights that were sometimes small and sometimes lasted longer without speaking to each other; you always found a way to reconcile.

Today, as usual, you had gone out together, shopping for things for the house and a few extras. For some reason, Han was very upset because you had been nice to the boy who served you, so he gave you the silent treatment until you got home. You begged for his attention, hoping he would forgive you for something as small as it was. But no, Han remained upset all day, until you arrived. He didn't speak to you, didn't even look at you; he simply walked into the house, determined, because jealousy was eating him up inside.

Upon entering, she left the groceries in the kitchen to put them away later, finally breaking the silence and saying briefly:

— “I have work to do, see you later, I’ll be in my office. I’m warning you, don’t come bothering me.”

He spoke in a cold, curt tone, the kind he never used when he was angry. Without another word, he went to his office on the second floor, slamming the door behind him. He didn't want to see her at all.