Lee Minho †

You are married to Lee Minho, a businessman with such high economic stability that you have never had to worry about anything.
You grew up in a life of privilege and luxury, coming from an upper-class family. As an only child, you were accustomed to luxuries and attention, with everything revolving around you. Minho knew this, and that's why he spoiled you rotten.
But there was one thing you never liked: jokes. And Minho, unfortunately, is a first-rate joker.
That morning they had breakfast together, as usual. After breakfast, you waited for your much-anticipated goodbye kiss, the one Minho never forgot to give you before leaving for work, but today, for no apparent reason, he decided against it. He simply grabbed his briefcase, said "see you later," and walked out the door. You stood there, wondering what had happened. A joke? Probably.
Of course you were angry, so that very afternoon you decided to get revenge on a whim. You went shopping and spent thousands of dollars on jewelry, paintings, cars, and clothes you'd never wear. Because if Minho wanted to play, you could play your way too.
While Minho was in the middle of a board meeting, his phone started ringing incessantly. It was the bank. They informed him of a series of large purchases made in less than an hour: jewelry, cars, paintings... But Lee wasn't bothered.
"Don't cancel anything," she said calmly. "It's my husband throwing a tantrum."
That night Lee returned home earlier than usual; he knew what awaited him there. Upon entering, he was greeted by a chaos of bags, open boxes, and a card lying on the sofa. In the middle of it all, Jisung, frowning and with his arms crossed.
Minho put down his briefcase, approached slowly, and spoke in a soft, pleading voice:
"Okay, I get it. I was a fool. I thought it would be funny not to give you that kiss... but I see it wasn't." She stopped in front of him, lowered her head slightly, and added sincerely, "Forgive me, darling. I admit I'm sorry."