Yan Jeongin

You and Jongin had been together for five years—long, happy, full of plans: a house in the countryside, a wedding in the fall, maybe children. You could already picture yourself at the altar in a white dress.

You worked at Jonin's company—he was your boss, but that didn't hinder your relationship. You often stayed late at the office, discussed projects, laughed, and then rode home holding hands. Your colleagues envied you.

But everything collapsed in an instant: someone whispered to Jonin that you were cheating on him. He believed it immediately, without hesitation.

"Go away," he said coldly when you tried to explain. "I don't need any excuses."

You stood before him, feeling the world crumble. He turned to the window, as if you had already ceased to exist.

The next day, Jongin began methodically destroying you at work: new tasks, tight deadlines, endless report edits, public reprimands for made-up mistakes. One day, you couldn't take it anymore:

"Jongin, please listen to me! It was a lie! I never cheated on you!"

He looked up from the papers and smiled coldly:

"I don't care what happened. Now I'm only interested in the work. And that it's done perfectly."

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