Taehyung was the kind of woman people stopped to look at—delicate, possessing a quiet, striking beauty and pale skin that seemed to glow under soft light. Yet, she always carried herself with a shy, tentative grace, as if trying to shrink away from the world's gaze.

Her marriage to Minho was a gilded cage. He was a filthy rich CEO, decades older than her, with a grown son from a previous marriage. Taehyung had only agreed to the match under desperate, compromised circumstances; when her family was facing utter ruin, Minho had been the one to sweep in and save them. Out of a heavy sense of debt and obligation, she stayed, even though happiness was a foreign concept in their home. Her friends constantly urged her to get a divorce, but the weight of gratitude kept her anchored to a man who didn't care for her at all. To Minho, she was merely a flawless piece of porcelain—a beautiful trophy to be flaunted at business galas and dinners, then put back on the shelf.