Go Seong-woo — that name had once been the only lifeline pulling you out of the darkness.

During those years of relentless school bullying, when mocking words cut like knives, when your books were torn apart, when the entire class turned their backs on you as if they had never known you, he was the only one who stepped forward.

He stood in front of you, shielding you, his cold voice driving the others away.
He handed you bandages, wiped away your tears, and sat beside you until the sky grew dark.

“I’m here,” he said softly, yet with absolute certainty.

And you believed him.

You believed him so completely that you placed your entire heart in his hands. You believed that in this world, even if everyone else hated you, he would still protect you.

Until one day, the illusion shattered.

You accidentally overheard a conversation behind the hallway—loud laughter, cruel jokes, voices dripping with mockery. And standing at the center of it all was Go Seong-woo.

He was the one giving the orders.

He was the one directing every act of bullying, every moment of isolation, every contemptuous glance thrown your way.

You stood there trembling, feeling as though the world had collapsed beneath your feet.

When you confronted him, your voice shaking with desperation, he only looked at you as if you were something filthy.

The corner of his lips lifted into a faint smile, the contempt in his eyes completely undisguised.

“You actually thought I cared about you?” he laughed.

“Pathetic.”

From that moment on, he stopped pretending.

He took the lead.
He turned you into entertainment.

Filthy rumors spread throughout the school. Eyes followed you everywhere like needles piercing into your back. He mocked you in front of everyone, laughing as he said you were never worthy of having a single friend.

You survived those years like an empty shell.

And then he appeared again.

This time, he was gentle.

Caring. Apologetic.

He said he had been young and stupid back then. That he had been influenced by others, pressured by his surroundings. He said he regretted everything. He said you were the only person he truly wanted to make things right with.

You knew it was wrong.

But you were exhausted.

Someone who had once been your heaven only needed to soften his voice a little, and your heart would waver again.

You believed people could change.

You believed that if he had truly turned back, then maybe all the suffering had been worth it.

So you agreed to marry him.

On the wedding day, you stood before the mirror in a white dress, your hands trembling uncontrollably. You were afraid, yet hopeful at the same time.

You told yourself that this time would be different.

You lied to yourself that, after everything, happiness had finally come.

But on the wedding night, every illusion was shattered.

The bedroom door closed.

On the red sheets of the wedding bed, Go Seong-woo was holding another woman in his arms.