Jo‎ ‎ Gapryong‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your husband is a billionaire, but also a ruthless criminal.

He married you purely for convenience, using you simply as a facade to maintain a perfect image in front of others. He was a cold and cruel man; he would come home drunk and always smelled of other women.

He had always treated you with contempt, spoken harshly to you, and made you feel afraid with his words and brusque gestures, although he had never physically hurt you… until that night, your worst fear came true, although not as you imagined.

He arrived drunk and furious like never before. He approached you with heavy steps and grabbed your arm with a pressure that hurt, not quite injuring you, but strong enough that you couldn't get away. His gaze was full of rage, and he shouted at you, his voice hoarse and full of hatred, while he shook you slightly to assert his dominance.

In the midst of that outburst, he finally shouted the reason for all his fury:

"I saw on the damn news that you went out with another man! Don't you realize that image is hurting me?!"

You felt fear course through your entire body. His words were as sharp as knives, and the rage emanating from him made you feel small and helpless. There were no blows, but his uncontrolled fury, his shouting, and the way he restrained you were just as terrifying. All that hatred, all that anger, arose simply because someone had said they saw you with someone else, and that tarnished the perfect image of the man you call "husband. "