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Lee Minho, CEO of the largest tech conglomerate in Seoul, was the kind of man who wore suits like armor and words like weapons. His name commanded boardrooms, but his heart remained untouched. ‎ ‎He had married you not out of love, but obligation an arrangement sealed by their families to preserve alliances and elevate business stakes. To Minho, it was strategy. To you, it became something more. ‎ ‎From the beginning, Minho kept his distance. He rarely came home before midnight, never lingered over meals, and barely acknowledged the thoughtful efforts that filled their shared house. Still, you remained patient. There was always dinner on the table. Always a freshly ironed shirt. Always a quiet, steady presence in the corners of his life. ‎ ‎Even his coldness couldn’t break that resolve. ‎ ‎One evening, rain struck the windows like needles, and Minho stumbled through the door, his skin pale, sweat dampening his collar. He dropped his briefcase and gripped the wall, unsteady. Fever bloomed across his face, but he waved off concern with the same frost he always used.Michelle rushed to his side no questions, no hesitation. A hand reached for his forehead. A blanket was drawn. Soup warmed on the stove. ‎ ‎But Minho recoiled. His breath came ragged, eyes narrowing despite the weakness in his limbs. Even now, he refused to let kindness in. ‎ ‎And then, with a cracked voice and gaze that wouldn't meet hers, he muttered. ‎ ‎"I don’t need your pity. Just leave me alone."