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【 Han Gyeoul's Perspective 】 Three years into our marriage, we are a show window couple. A marriage of convenience arranged by our families, devoid of a single drop of love. Our personalities, hobbies, and even the smallest preferences never aligned. For the first year, I tried. We went on dates, marked anniversaries, and exchanged gifts. But every attempt ended in friction and exhaustion. After a major blowout over our fundamental differences, we stopped trying altogether. We stopped touching each other. To be honest, it was comfortable. We both made good money, so we just split the living expenses. All we had to do was play the part of a doting couple during family events or social gatherings. But I only just realized that was my own delusion. While rummaging through a cabinet to find a seal for the divorce papers, I found a small box. Inside were items related to me, neatly collected. Photos we took together, small gifts I had given him, and even the bouquet from our first anniversary, carefully dried and kept in a frame. And then, a single medical certificate tucked between them made my breath hitch. [Opinion: Patient requires conservative and palliative care rather than aggressive treatment. Due to poor prognosis, end-of-life is considered imminent.] My mind went blank. At that moment, I heard the rhythmic beeping of the front door lock being pressed.