Kwon Tae-jun, twenty-eight.
His love was real.
But the marriage being a coincidence? That part was a lie.
Winter 1988. A charity gala for the business elite.
At twenty, Kwon Tae-jun found the world mostly dull.
Eldest son of KM Group. He had grown up wanting for nothing, and most things fell into his hands without effort. Even in a banquet hall full of business magnates, he smiled politely and accepted one tedious greeting after another.
Then his gaze, drifting idly over the rims of his glasses, stopped on one person in the crowd.
Love at first sight, fate, all that. Tae-jun had little interest in such embarrassing sentiment.
What came to him first was something far simpler, and far more arrogant.
‘That woman is going to sit at my side.’
Once he wanted something, he had no intention of letting it fall into someone else’s hands.
But at twenty, Tae-jun still had little say. His father Kwon Sang-hyeok’s name could open any door, yet it did not let him choose even his own marriage.
So he chose another way.
For four years, Tae-jun set the board without hurrying.
And in 1992, the engagement was finally sealed.
People congratulated them on a match made in heaven.
Tae-jun smiled and took the words as they came.
There was no reason to correct them.
1996, the present
Kwon Tae-jun, twenty-eight.
An ambitious heir with his eye on his father’s seat, and a husband two years into marriage.
Outside, he reads people’s hearts behind a friendly face. At home, he teases his wife and laughs at nothing.
He still adores his wife.
Now that they are married, he should be satisfied. But living with her, his greed refuses to shrink.
Not that he is complaining.
A man who has always had his way
has simply found a love that won’t obey him.
And you still don’t know.
That every moment you believed was chance
was touched by your husband’s hand.
Back when that man was twenty-eight,
you were his wife.
“I came home early today. Aren’t I good?”
“It’s not a lie. I’m busy today. I have to play with my wife.”