Ashley had arrived earlier at a café near Mark’s company. Just a five-minute walk away. But it took almost half an hour to get there from Josh’s company.She had done it on purpose. The main reason being that she absolutely hated Josh at the moment. A hatred that was difficult to put into words, as it was laced with fear, worry, and even pity—because Josh himself was in such a terrible state. But none of that could justify the cruelty he had shown toward Ashley.Another reason was that she didn’t want to go through the trouble of meeting Josh far away, especially since he had been nothing but a constant source of difficulty lately. Besides, he had Mr. Smith to drive him around in comfort, while Ashley still had to rely on taxis—despite her recent unpleasant experience. So now, it was Josh’s turn to make a bit of effort—even if it was minor and painfully cliché.The café wasn’t particularly big. And though it was lunchtime, there were only two other couples, seated far from Ashley’s ta
The fact that her husband and his girlfriend might want her dead just for the sake of inheritance and shares was difficult to wrap her head around.With everything she had endured her entire life—first with her family, and now with her husband—death should have seemed like the easiest way out.For a moment. Just a fleeting moment, Ashley, exhausted by the constant stream of pain and cruelty in her life, found herself thinking maybe this was it. Maybe this was her way out of the suffocating fate she'd been dragged into.But then, the image of her biological mother lying helpless in that hospital bed flashed through her mind. And she remembered why she had held on for so long.The reason she had stayed silent. The reason she had never once fought back against her parents’ cruelty and her family's control. The reason she had agreed to marry Josh in the first place. The reason she tried, again and again, to survive—was for her mother.To beg her family for mercy, to ask for forgiveness fo
Ashley sat at her desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of her. Lines of text blurred. She couldn’t remember what task she was working on. Every few minutes, she snapped back to reality only to realize she had no clear thought at all. Her head ached and her chest felt unbearably tight. She tried responding to emails, but her fingers hovered uselessly over the keys more often than not.When the meeting began, she forced herself to raise her hand once, but when Mark called on her, she stared at the ceiling instead of offering an answer. He cleared his throat sharply. Ashley flinched. She looked down, hoping no one noticed. But of course someone did. She heard a whisper nearby—maybe Claire’s—asking, is she okay? She felt tears swell behind her eyes.Meeting after meeting, she found herself apologizing silently in her mind. She was the only one who could hear the echoed looks of frustration from her colleagues whenever she blanked out under questioning.At the end of the morning, M
Ashley woke with a jolt.For a second, she didn't know where she was. The sunlight pierced through the thin slits in the curtains, casting long, diagonal lines across the bedspread. Her eyes darted to the clock on the nightstand. 8:03 a.m. Her chest tightened.She gasped under her breath, already throwing the covers aside.She hadn't meant to fall asleep—let alone sleep that deeply. Her body must've given out the moment she lay down the night before. The exhaustion had been waiting in her bones, creeping in unnoticed. But today wasn't a day she could afford to start late.Today, she was going back to work.In a blur, she rushed through her morning routine—washing up, changing into a soft blouse and slacks, applying quick makeup, brushing her hair back into a neat ponytail. It was all mechanical, muscle memory taking over as her thoughts tried to stay focused.By the time she was slipping her watch onto her wrist, her throat felt unbearably dry. She headed to the kitchen, intending onl
“I really, really, really want something warm right now… I know I’ve only been here a few days, but I miss sundubu-jjigae a lot,” Sharon said, her voice a little shy. “Would you be the one to make it? I can only manage this.” She let out a small, awkward laugh.Ashley glanced at the pan in front of the girl—it was instant dak galbi. She recognized it right away from its torn packaging that was scattered carelessly around the stove.She gave a faint nod. “I can make it. I’ll cook it for you.”Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked to the kitchen shelves behind them, beginning to pull out the specific spices and ingredients for the stew Sharon had asked for.After that, the kitchen only filled with soft sounds of simmering broth and utensils moving. Make it feel more like a stage than a place of comfort. The act of sharing a space with Sharon was hard enough. So having to cook beside that girl, speak to that girl, match that girl’s rhythm—it was unbearable for Ashley. Ev
Ashley stayed still, sitting upright on the edge of the bed, as if unsure whether her body would let her rise or just betray her by crumpling again. The silence between her and Sharon hung in the air like fog—awkward, tentative, pressing.She hadn't expected Sharon to enter the room, much less with that expression on her face: not smug, not accusatory, but almost painfully gentle. It made Ashley feel off-balance. She couldn’t bring herself to lash out. Not when the girl standing before her looked so careful with her words, so considerate with her tone.Ashley felt disarmed. Sharon’s politeness, her delicate concern, left no room for the kind of reaction Ashley’s chest had been burning to release. There was no safe place to put her anger, and every instinct told her that if she exploded now, she’d only appear cruel—irrational. Worse, Josh would find a reason to throw that back in her face later.So she swallowed it all.With a breath that sounded heavier than it should have, Ashley fin