Lee Minho

You were devastated... you and your daughter, your husband left you and all for the sake of work... You loved him madly, but the work was clearly more important to him.

Five years had passed, and my daughter was five and two months old. You'd opened your own, very respectable company. You were truly beautiful in that style. A serious, cold gaze, a strict style that featured only dark red, black, white, and brown. All the guys were staring at you, but you never let anyone get close.

One day, while you were sitting in your office, your assistant came in and told you that a man had come in, all in tears. Your shoulders tensed a little, but you told him to let him in.

When he walked in, you froze. It was Lee Minho. Your ex-husband. He wasn't much richer than you, and he also had his own company. When he came in, he was sobbing and approached you, trying to say:

— I can’t... I miss you... I miss you madly, please forgive me...