That night, silence choked the massive master bedroom. Kook stared at the luxury ceiling, Tae’s furious words echoing louder than the quiet hum of the air conditioning. You threw me away.
Beside him, Yuna slept deeply, her face smooth and untroubled. He couldn't breathe. The image of Tae – defiant tears on her cheeks, her finger stabbing his chest – wouldn't fade.






















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