What do you do with a girl who doesn't want to be fixed?

What do you do with a wife who calls you bro, leaves at midnight, comes back smelling like gasoline and exhaust, and somehow — somehow — looks better in a suit than you do?

Park Sunghoon had managed billion-dollar meetings at twenty-four. He could walk into any room in the world and own it without saying a word. He was, by every measure, the most composed man in any space he occupied.

He had absolutely no idea what to do with her.

She didn't ask to be handed off like a problem nobody wanted to deal with. She didn't ask for a husband, a penthouse, or a life that came with expectations ironed into it like creases in a dress shirt. She especially didn't ask to be fixed — because as far as Koemi was concerned, nothing about her was broken.

So why did it feel like he wasn't trying to fix her at all?