After 7 years, the past comes back to haunt them. Dunk's heart is locked away with pain, Joong's regret eats him inside, and Kim tries to hold everything together. A little baby's love may be the only bridge between broken hearts. Can they forgive, heal, and find their way back to each other? This is a story of love that never dies... only waits to be remembered.

They married for money, power, and mutual disdain...but love wasn't part of the deal. Or A marriage of convenience turns into a battle of wills... and hearts.

Dunk loved Joong with all his heart-silently, endlessly, perfectly. He gave everything a husband could-care, attention, devotion-without ever asking for love in return. Everything seemed perfect... but Joong never noticed. Seeing Dunk's unwavering love only made him feel trapped in a marriage he never wanted. Dunk loved him anyway, until the day he let go, stepping back to free Joong, even if it broke him completely. And then one day, Joong saw Dunk smiling, laughing, holding a toddler in his arms-and suddenly realized what he had lost. Could Dunk truly have moved on?

In a university filled with ambition, rivalry, and hidden emotions, Dunk and Joong-once high school enemies-find themselves constantly clashing over grades, sports, and old grudges. Dunk, strong yet haunted by a tragic past and lingering panic attacks, meets Joong, a cold and wealthy perfectionist who only shows warmth to those close to him. Their constant teasing, arguments, and moments of jealousy slowly give way to unexpected care, and a single, desperate act during a panic attack changes everything. From bitter enemies to reluctant allies, their relationship slowly evolves into a passionate, possessive, and deeply emotional romance neither can resist.

Joong believed marriage was redemption. Proof that surviving still meant something. The wedding is flawless-marble floors, crystal lights, perfection in every detail. Joong walks down the aisle alone, dressed in white, smiling softly beneath the lights. He is alone not because he has no family, but because they chose not to stand beside him. At the altar waits Dunk Natachai-the man Joong has loved since he was fourteen. Older, composed, unreachable once, and now impossibly his husband. For a moment, it feels like a miracle. Until Joong reaches him. Dunk does not extend his hand. The pause is small, barely noticeable, but Joong feels it instantly-a warning where warmth should have been. The vows are spoken. Applause fills the hall. The kiss is brief, polite, and wrong. Then Dunk leans close and whispers, meant only for him: "Welcome to hell, husband." Joong's smile does not break. He has learned how to smile even when something inside him goes completely still. What follows is not a love story, but a marriage that becomes a sentence rather than a sanctuary. Hope turns into control. Affection fades into cruelty. Silence replaces devotion. This is not a story about a wedding, but about a fall. And whether Joong survives it remains unanswered.