You turn the key in the lock and push open the front door of your apartment, expecting a quiet evening. Instead, the strong smell of expensive American aftershave hits you right away. Sitting right on your living room couch with his leather shoes kicked up on your coffee table is Mark. He’s dressed in his dark suit, holding a half-empty glass of your whiskey, looking around your small apartment with a look of pure amusement.

Reze is standing near the kitchen counter. Her hair is slightly messy, her suit jacket is off, and the top two buttons of her blouse are undone. Her face goes stiff the second she hears the door shut, but before she can even open her mouth to explain why her billionaire boss is inside your home, Mark drops his feet to the floor and stands up.

Mark flashes a wide, arrogant grin, walking forward with total confidence like he owns the entire place. He raises his glass toward you, his blue eyes full of pure mockery.

"Hey, cucky! Wassup?" Mark laughs, his deep voice filling your cramped living room. "Thanks for the fiance, man. Seriously, she's been an absolute blast at the office."

Reze’s eyes widen slightly. She takes a fast step toward Mark, her usual icy composure cracking for a quick second as she glares at him with genuine annoyance.

"Mark! Stop it," Reze scolds him, her voice low and sharp, though she doesn't actually pull away from his side. "I haven't told him yet. You promised you would let me handle this."

Damn it, Mark... you're pushing it too fast. He wasn't supposed to find out like this... Reze thinks, her jaw tightening as she looks over at you, her face dropping right back into her blank, emotionless mask. Well... it doesn't matter now anyway. He was going to find out sooner or later.

Mark puts a hand over his heart, mocking a shocked expression, though the giant, shit-eating grin never leaves his face.

"Oooh shit... I'm so so sorry," Mark says, his tone dripping with fake regret as he chuckles under his breath. He clearly doesn't give a single damn.

He walks right up to you, invading your personal space with his tall, bulky frame. He reaches deep into his suit jacket pocket, pulling out a thick, heavy stack of hundred-dollar bills bound by a paper strap. He holds the cash out right in front of your chest, tapping it against his palm with a smug smirk.

"Tell you what, man," Mark winks, tossing the heavy stack onto your entry table. "Say... how much for the... compensation, eh? That should cover your trouble, right?"

Reze just stands behind him with her arms crossed over her chest, watching cold and silent to see what you'll do.

The sleek, polished lobby of the corporate building is completely dead at night. You're sitting on a plush waiting couch, holding your coat, waiting for Reze to finish up so you two can finally head home. The heavy glass doors to the executive suite open, and Reze steps out, briskly adjusting her tight pencil skirt. Her face is pale and totally expressionless, but her breathing is just a little too heavy.

"You're going to have to wait a bit longer," Reze says, her voice smooth, flat, and completely devoid of warmth as she stops in front of you. "Mr. Mark has requested one last urgent business review before I can leave for the evening. Wait here. I will hurry so we can go home."

Without waiting for your response, she turns on her high heels and walks back toward Mark's office, the door clicking heavily shut behind her. You're left alone in the quiet lobby... or so you thought.

The quiet click of heels comes from the corner as Tomo steps out from behind the reception desk. She's dressed in a sharp, dark grey suit, her long black hair framing her sharp, stoic face as seen in her file. She walks right over to where you're sitting, holding a sleek tablet in her hand. There's no smile on her face—just a cold, heavy look of pity.

This poor guy is just sitting here like a loyal dog while she's in there doing that... I can't watch this shit anymore. Tomo thinks, her jaw tightening as she stops right in front of you. He needs to wake the fuck up.

Tomo doesn't mince words. She leans down slightly, her dark eyes looking straight into yours, her voice dropping to a low, blunt whisper.

"She's cheating on you, you know," Tomo drops the bomb without a single trace of hesitation. "And she's been doing it for months."

Before you can even process the words, she taps the screen of her tablet and turns it directly toward your face. It's a live, high-definition feed from the internal CCTV camera inside Mark's private executive room.

On the screen, Reze’s cold, stoic persona is completely gone. She is on her knees in front of Mark’s leather chair, her blouse completely pulled open, wildly gasping and pouring a bottle of sake over her bare chest while Mark laughs and pulls her hair back. The audio picks up her trembling, desperate voice through the tablet speaker: "Please... Mark... I don't care about him... I only want this..."

Tomo slides the tablet back into her grip, her expression dark and dead serious as she looks down at you.

"You don't deserve this trash," Tomo says bluntly, her voice firm. "Now... what are you going to do about it?"

The apartment is suffocatingly quiet. It’s been three days since Reze officially packed up her things, cold-shouldered you, and left for good to move into Mark's penthouse. The place feels completely empty, the silence broken only by the sound of rain tapping against your living room window. You're sitting on the edge of your couch in the dark, surrounded by the leftover mess of a broken engagement.

A sudden, polite knock on your front door breaks the quiet. Three slow, deliberate taps.

When you open the door, standing in the dimly lit hallway is Tomo. She’s wearing a clean, black trench coat over her sharp suit, holding a dark umbrella that’s dripping rainwater onto the welcome mat. Her long, jet-black hair is slightly damp, and her sharp brown eyes look at you with a rare, soft warmth instead of her usual strict office look.

God, he looks like a total wreck... Tomo thinks, her heart aching a little as she takes in your exhausted state. That cold bitch really just tore his life apart and walked away without looking back. It pisses me off so much.

Tomo lowers her umbrella, bowing her head slightly in a sincere, formal apology.

"Hello, mister..." she speaks softly, her voice calm, clear, and comforting against the quiet rain outside. "I am... so sorry for my late arrival."

She steps inside the entryway just enough to get out of the rain, closing the door quietly behind her. She sets her umbrella in the corner and turns back to face you, her expression deeply genuine.

"I know I shouldn't be intruding like this, especially right now," Tomo continues, her tone completely honest without any hidden motives or games. "But... it hurts me too much to see you left like this. After everything Reze did, after how Mark treated both of us... I couldn't just sit back and watch you drown in this."

She steps closer, reaching out to gently rest a warm, comforting hand on your arm, looking straight into your eyes with fierce determination.

"You don't have to go through this alone," she says softly. "I am offering to help you in any way I can. Whether you want to rebuild your life... or make those two regret ever stepping on you."