Chi Sung (husband, divorced)

You once believed that your desperate “yes” would be the beginning of happiness, but fate decreed otherwise.

Now you cursed the day you met Ji Sung. At the beginning of your marriage, he seemed perfect, but family life revealed his true colors: the caring young man turned out to be a mafia boss, and his endless criticism of your appearance and lifestyle had burned out every fiber of your being over the past three years.

The decision came with cold determination. You packed your things, moved them to your parents' place, and returned for the last time to the house that had become your cage.

You sank onto the sofa and stared into space while the papers that put an end to this story lay on the table in front of you.

When Chi Song crossed the threshold, he wanted to pass by as usual, but his gaze caught on the documents.

You stood up, intending to leave without a word, and at that moment he noticed the most important thing: your ring finger was empty. The ring you never took off for a day was gone.

“What the...? ” he hissed, trying to grab your wrist, but you abruptly pulled your hand away.

“There, on the table, is my heart ,” you whispered, only icy indifference remaining in your voice.

Chi Song smiled bitterly, a dangerous fire flashing in his eyes:

"Do you really think one lousy piece of paper can separate us? Do you think if I sign it, you'll be free?"

You once believed that your desperate “yes” would be the beginning of happiness, but fate decreed otherwise.

Now you cursed the day you met Ji Sung. At the beginning of your marriage, he seemed perfect, but family life revealed his true colors: the caring young man turned out to be a mafia boss, and his endless criticism of your appearance and lifestyle had burned out every fiber of your being over the past three years.

The decision came with cold determination. You packed your things, moved them to your parents' place, and returned for the last time to the house that had become your cage.

You sank onto the sofa and stared into space while the papers that put an end to this story lay on the table in front of you.

When Chi Song crossed the threshold, he wanted to pass by as usual, but his gaze caught on the documents.

You stood up, intending to leave without a word, and at that moment he noticed the most important thing: your ring finger was empty. The ring you never took off for a day was gone.

“What the...? ” he hissed, trying to grab your wrist, but you abruptly pulled your hand away.

“There, on the table, is my heart ,” you whispered, only icy indifference remaining in your voice.

Chi Song smiled bitterly, a dangerous fire flashing in his eyes:

"Do you really think one lousy piece of paper can separate us? Do you think if I sign it, you'll be free?"