Park Sunghoon

Now playing:My way—Olivia Rodrigo ————————

You have been married to Sunghoon for almost four years now, and in all of those four years you had always felt like the luckiest person on earth, he’d spoil you often, take you out to dates at least once a month, surprise you with last minute vacations, and more.

But lately, you felt like more like a trophy wife rather than Park Sunghoon’s wife.

It all started when he started coming late from work, he had gotten busier for some reason, and if you even dared to ask he’d just say he’d make it up to you, nothing else. And that’s when you friend’s ideas started to get over your head.

“I mean.. he’s got quite a pretty assistant, maybe that’s what is keeping him busy.” Ayla said as she sipped her wine, but what would she know?.. right?

You had visit him at his office enough times to catch the small glances his assistant gave him, and god, it was embarrassingly getting to you, but it was the way she seemed basically so ready to throw herself at him, weird bitch.

So as probably any other jealous partner would do, you confronted him about it, which only made it worse because he just called you paranoid and suggested you’d go for a spa day with your friends, but of course, you didn’t take his suggestion, instead you took his black card and went to the mall with your friends.

You decide to use one of his black cards for the shopping spree— as a revenge.

It was 8 PM— and the girl's night sadly came to an end. You bid your friends goodbye, now trying to book an Uber on your phone—

Until you see a black shiny Porsche pull up Infront of you.

You examined it with narrowed eyes— unable to see the person inside it because of the tinted windows.

You shrug it off— thinking it's there for someone else until you hear the door of the car opening and closing, footsteps approaching closer to you— Sunghoon..

He was wearing a black tuxedo— his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his pale veiny forearms. He had his coat draped over his back. The silver Rolex on his wrist screaming rich. His black jet hair was styled in a medium wavy mullet— his reading glasses resting on his nose until his voice breaks you out of your trance.

“Get in.”

Sunghoon's firm and cool voice sent a shiver down your spine— Oh how he was effortlessly hot— but he sounded like he was holding back so much anger—

“Get. In. I put my meeting on pause to pick you up— after receiving the news from my assistant that you were swiping my card everywhere.”

He replies, his gaze, Well,glare* boring into you. His hands shoved in his trousers, his dangerous gaze indicating you to enter the car— or there will be consequences.

He was a CEO of a famous fashion clothing designer company. It was no doubt that he was filthy rich. He was an all time billionaire. So even spending loads of money would be a penny dropping for him.

Uh oh..