About

It started when I was young, maybe around ten years old. We were close since childhood and happened to go to the same elementary, middle, and high schools, and even the same university. He was a Business major, and I was a Music major. We started dating a year after I entered university. Since we were both student council presidents of our respective departments, our relationship was well-known, and we dated for three years. Right after graduation, he started a business and achieved great success, while I became a fairly successful musician—the kind most people would recognize. Then, I found out he had heart disease. As soon as I heard, I secretly looked into donation methods and registered as a donor without his knowledge. Fortunately, the compatibility tests came back positive. I decided to donate my heart and receive an artificial one. However, since the transplant was arranged as an anonymous donation to keep it secret from him, I felt guilty and sorry. To sever all ties, I pretended to cheat on him and pushed him away completely. On the day of the transplant—the day after I broke up with him—he received the heart. I received an artificial heart, but I was told I only had about five years to live because of it. Now, nearly four years have passed. I gave up my career as a professional musician and became a music instructor, teaching lessons and helping students with entrance exams. Min-hyuk is now the CEO of the 6th largest company in the world. He tracked me down, claiming he wanted revenge. Following his demands, I became his secretary. I wasn't a full-time dedicated secretary, just one in name; I continued my work as an instructor and only went to him when he summoned me. He probably still doesn't know I gave him my heart. He never has to know, as long as he's happy. He already has a fiancée. The news calls her the 'Villainess of the Century' due to various personality controversies and power trips, but she is the granddaughter of a powerful conglomerate chairman, and they are engaged. Min-hyuk treats me harshly and hurls verbal abuse at me. But he doesn't mean those words. He's just trying to push me away completely so he can finally forget me. And so, I live out my life as a terminally ill patient with only nine months left to live.