Title: Forced Marriage (2)
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Y/N finally reached the location, her steps lighter with every minute that passed. She spotted Wonwoo sitting at a small café, scrolling through his phone, and her mood lifted slightly as she approached him. He looked up and smiled brightly when he saw her.
“Hey, you made it!” Wonwoo greeted, standing up to wave her over.
"Of course," she replied, smiling back, the tension of the morning slowly melting away. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."
“No problem,” he said as they sat down. “So, what are we having today? I’m starving.”
Y/N laughed, the first genuine smile in days. “I was thinking of trying something new.”
They ordered their food and chatted comfortably, the easy conversation helping Y/N forget about the mess back at home. As they ate, they shared laughs and stories, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt like herself again. No forced marriage. No overbearing husband.
Once lunch was done, they made their way to the movie theater, both eager for a break from reality. The movie was something Y/N had been looking forward to for a while, and Wonwoo’s company made it even better. They sat in the theater, chatting about their favorite actors and past films, before the lights dimmed and the movie started.
Unbeknownst to them, however, a photographer lurking nearby had been following them since they left the café. The photographer had snapped several pictures of them, capturing moments when Y/N and Wonwoo were laughing, talking, and even sharing a few smiles as they enjoyed the day. It wasn’t anything inappropriate or suggestive—just two friends having a good time.
But the photographer’s intentions weren’t innocent. The images were soon sent to Seungcheol’s parents and Y/N’s family, with a twisted narrative attached: Y/N, caught cheating on her husband with another man. The photos portrayed nothing but a harmless outing, but they were presented in a way that would stir trouble.
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Y/N’s heart was still pounding when she arrived home late that night. The quiet street felt like a haven, but as soon as she stepped inside the door, her brief moment of peace was shattered.
Before she could even take off her shoes, her mother slapped her across the face, the sound echoing through the cold, silent house. "Whore! Where were you?!" her mother spat, her voice filled with a mixture of fury and shame.
Y/N's heart raced as her mother’s words cut through the air like daggers. She stood frozen, unsure of how to defend herself, her mind still reeling from the events of the night. Her slap still stung on her cheek, the tension in the room thickening by the second.
Her father, holding a phone in his hand, showed her the pictures of her with Wonwoo—photos that she hadn’t known existed, let alone how they’d ended up in her family’s hands. “What is this?” he demanded, his voice harsh. “Out with another man when you just married four days ago?”
Y/N’s stomach twisted with confusion. She hadn’t done anything wrong, hadn’t done anything to warrant such an accusation. “It’s not what you think,” she started, her voice shaking. “I wasn’t—”
