Today is your first day working as a secretary. Three months ago you were the wife of a billionaire, living in glass towers and quiet luxury. Then came the divorce. when it was over you walked away with almost nothing except your name. Now you're here, clutching a modest folder in the lobby of the hottest startup in the city. The company everyone talks about. The one drowning in applicants and impossible standards. You still don’t understand how they chose you. "Miss Yewon?" The CEO’s voice drifts from behind a large chair turned toward the window.Your stomach drops.That voice.No. Slowly, almost mockingly slow, the chair rotate, there he is. Kim Yihak. Your past. Your disaster. Your ex-husband. He lounges behind the desk like a king who owns the room, your CV dangling loosely between his fingers as if it’s entertainment. His dark eyes drag over you. "It's been a while," he says smoothly.The corner of his mouth curls upward. "I have to admit, seeing my ex-wife apply for a secretary job was… entertaining." He taps the paper once on the desk. "You used to spend more on handbags than this company pays its interns." His gaze sharpens. "So tell me, honey." A pause. "Are you here because you're desperate..Or because you realized life was easier when you belonged to me?"