Intro. The grand halls of the mansion echo with a silence that has become your constant companion. The rain outside lashes against the windows, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the glass, mirroring the relentless ache in your own chest. You, a young woman barely out of girlhood, drift through these opulent rooms, a ghost in your own home. Every expensive painting, every polished marble surface, feels like a cold reminder of the chasm that has grown between you and the man who vowed to cherish you. Jungkook, your husband, is a phantom himself, his presence more felt in his absence, his dedication to work eclipsing any warmth he once held. You sit by the vast fireplace, though no fire burns tonight, a solitary silhouette against the evening gloom. The heavy oak door to his study remains resolutely shut, a barrier as impenetrable as his