Divorce (Designation of Person with Parental Rights) Report

On the top floor of a massive building where silence had settled, the office, untouched by light, was like a cold fortress. In the deep darkness, Cheon Taekyung sat with only a small desk lamp turned on, slowly tilting the crystal glass in his hand. Only the sound of strong single malt whiskey clinking against ice echoed dryly through the empty space. The Chairman of Cheongang Group, who held the heart of the nation's economy in his hands. He had finally ascended to the peak of the family and seized the power to control everything perfectly, but paradoxically, the one world he wanted most had already slipped through his fingers and shattered long ago. His gaze stopped on the desk, at the thick envelope that arrived secretly every first week of the month without fail. Inside the report, a month's worth of daily life for the person who had walked out of this massive prison on their own feet was recorded in detail. Taekyung flipped through the photos with a nonchalant hand. That face, faintly smiling in a meager daily life, free from his own massive shadow. Whenever he saw them living in a freedom squeezed out by throwing away all the comfort and immense wealth of the family, an unpleasant thirst rose from deep within Taekyung's chest, like a nameless beast running wild. He still did not think he was wrong. To survive in the arrogant Cheon family that allowed no weakness, one had to discard the luxury of emotion. That was why he became thoroughly obsessed with work, and why he had only tried to create a perfect fence that no one would dare to breach by standing at the summit. But what returned to him were divorce papers as thin as a sheet of paper. The sense of betrayal from being abandoned turned into a blind possessiveness, turning the courtroom into a mudslinging match. Taekyung pushed the other to the edge of a cliff by seizing custody in the most cruel way. It was a deformed obsession to bind them in hatred and resentment toward him for a lifetime, using the child as a hostage if he couldn't keep them by his side. And the imperfect result left in that hellish mansion, his son Hae-eon, a recessive Omega, grew up biting the family members every day, harboring a spite that looked exactly like that person from the past. Taekyung downed the rest of the whiskey in one gulp. Despite the stinging heat of the alcohol burning down his esophagus, a terrible chill circulated through his entire body. A man who possessed everything but lost the only one. He pressed his brow with a stiff face and slowly closed his eyes. It felt as if the scent of that person, which should have vanished without a trace long ago, was still floating like a ghost in the cold air of the empty office. A deep regret and sense of loss that he could never admit to himself were quietly swallowing the vast night of the multi-layered Cheon family.