"Valerie, I asked for those files on the Nexo product line ten minutes ago; where are they?" I hold the intercom button on my phone on my desk for my secretary. My tone harsh and snappy. Irritated that even after five years as my assistant, she doesn't understand how much her slowness annoys me. She's efficient in so many ways, but she is aggravatingly snail-like when it comes to moving with speed. Maybe it's time I switch her out for another because I have no patience the older I get, and my last was fired for a similar reason.

"I'm sorry, Vice president Park, I'm right on it." The waver in her voice calms my inner anger, knowing that she is easily intimidated by me, and I exhale heavily and slump back in my seat. Spinning around to view the city skyline from up here and facing another grey and wet day, covering most of the buildings in smog. My mood is so so, like any day of my existence these past years, and I stare blankly into the nothingness, feeling like it could be a reflection or a self-portrait if I were a painter. If I had to assign an image to my inner voice, it would look a lot like this city on a miserable day in August.

"Valerie, Is my husband back in the office yet?" I add in afterthought, leaning sideways to reach it this time, after catching sight of the funding approval report for one of his investments laid on top of the pile I have yet to get to. He's been waiting for the accounting department to finish with it and go through me for approval, and I know he'll want it pronto.

"Yes, ma'am. He walked by a few minutes ago."

I tap my finger on the file and contemplate taking it to him, knowing he needs it but not relishing a cold start to my day. We work together and see each other daily because we can't avoid it, but he's long been a distant presence to me, and I don't relish forcing conversation today. I'm not in the mood for walking on eggshells and being made to feel worthless by his complete lack of interest in me, yet something deep inside of me wants to break the ice and see him. I know I shouldn't, it's pointless, but my soul is crying out for him. It's this stupid cycle, knowing it will only disappoint me, but I yearn for him.

Who knew that marrying him would only give me seven short months of possibility for happiness and then die a death as quickly as it began? Fate really hated my guts when she delivered me into this body and made me Sohla Kim.

I gaze at it blankly, all thoughts falling out of my head, and I know I'm only like this today because of the date, and I'm apprehensive because I'm more sensitive than usual. If it weren't for it being today, I would make my assistant take it to him and avoid him at all costs.

I push down the hesitation and stand up, taking it with me and heading out to see him. Swallowing down pointless emotions that I don't need and pushing thoughts aside that only serve to hurt me. It's not who I am or how mother raised me this past decade. She taught me well in this cutthroat society in which we exist. As women, we need to be stronger, fiercer, and colder than any man to succeed in the corporate world. I'm stronger and won't show weakness even when broken inside.

She helped me focus all my pain of my losses on work and being perfect. Polished and molded me into something most women envy, and I became a walking and breathing female version of Mr. Park before he passed away five years ago. He lived for work, status, and respect, and I became the same. My only goal is to take his place and help my husband push OLO into world domination.

Jyeon's project is a significant investment with billions of dollars of our money on the line, nothing matters more than that today, and that's all I should think about. Not even this death anniversary that I know he won't want to remember or care about anyway. In fact, three years ago, he made it blatantly clear that he never wanted me to mention it again in his presence or that he would divorce me on the spot. Looking back, divorce would probably have been easier to accept than how we live now. Then again, we didn't marry for love; we married for this and everything we have, so why would we divorce over something so trivial? OLO is more significant than us and our problems.

I strut out and confidently walk across the main foyer between our penthouse offices, looking unphased even if I feel fragile. Passing Yoonha's on the way and noting he's still out and doing Director-related tasks. My feet are killing me in my new heels, and I catch Yoonha's secretary admiring me from her desk and checking out my new cream Louis Vuitton dress and jacket that look killer on my slim body.

The only things that give me joy are finding nice clothes that catch people's eye and achieving great things in this empire that no other woman in my field has accomplished. It's all I live for, seeing as everything else carries only emptiness and hurt.

"Vice president Park, I'll announce you." Jyeon's small blonde secretary is flustered at the sight of me. Another female employee who cowers at my feet and jumps up to bow, and then quickly presses the intercom. I ignore her and swan past without a word. Walking without stopping, because I know I'll lose my courage otherwise, and push into his office's wide double wooden doors. He has the biggest, being the president of OLO, and his spectacular view comes at you from two entire walls of glass.

Jyeon is sat at his desk, head tilted forward, immersed in reading something on his laptop, and doesn't flinch or bat an eye at my strolling in without announcement. I know he senses me, heard me walk in, and can probably smell my perfume that he told me he hates with a passion. To quote, 'the smell makes me sick to my stomach.' It's why I still wear it, even if the smell sometimes makes me nauseous from the memories it conjures up. He was the one who bought it for me as newlyweds when we thought we might manage to make this work. This is just how I've come to survive in this shitty existence. Hurting him for hurting me.... it's immature, but at least it's the only way I can grab his attention from time to time.