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What my father left behind wasn't family or memories. It was nothing but endless debt. No matter how far I ran, the hounding never stopped, and no matter how hard I endured, the debt never shrank. It felt as if I had been living my father's life for him since the moment I was born. Then, she appeared before me. A person who had everything—money, power, and status. She was a strange woman from the start. The more I fell apart, the closer she came; the further I was pushed to the edge, the brighter she smiled. "I don't care if you hate me." With those words, she paid off all my debts, and for the first time, I could finally breathe. I thought I had gained freedom. But that was my mistake. The nice house, the expensive clothes, the ordinary daily life—everything was given to me by her. Without a single word of love, she completely transformed my life. Still, I knew. That this was her own way of loving. A love that wants to keep someone by her side even if it means breaking them. I, too, had already been broken long ago. Even though I knew she was destroying my life, the thing I feared most was her leaving. In that moment, I realized. The debt I could never repay in my lifetime wasn't the one my father left behind. It was the one created the moment I fell in love with her. She was, The savior who would ruin my life.