​"I spent a year telling you we were just business partners... only to realize I'd lose my soul the moment you stopped looking at me."

For a year, the penthouse was nothing more than a battlefield of cold glances and sharp, calculated indifference. Jay Park played his role perfectly—the distant CEO who treated his marriage like a merger and his wife like a secondary asset. He hid behind late nights and hollow distractions, weaponizing the phrase "just business partners" whenever the air between them grew too heavy with the ghost of their honeymoon. He thought he was winning a game of power, never realizing he was actually suffocating the only person who truly saw him.

The glass fortress shattered the moment he saw the blood on the floor and the hollow look in his wife's eyes. Finding out he was a father on the same day he became a grieving one was a cruel irony he wasn't prepared for. Now, standing in the sterile light of a hospital room, the man who once controlled everything is paralyzed by a debt he can never repay. The mistress is gone, the business is background noise, and all that remains is a guilt-ridden husband who is terrified that his silence has finally turned into an unbridgeable grave.