Floviee sat at the far end of the dining table, dressed in a simple white blouse and a long navy skirt. Her posture was perfect. Her expression was calm, unreadable.

Her very long black hair fell like a curtain down her back, and her bangs framed a face that rarely showed anything at all.

Three months. That was how long she had been Jeon Jungkook's wife. It barely felt like a marriage.

The dining room doors opened.

Jungkook paused. His jaw tightened. He had expected an argument. Jealousy. Something. But there was nothing.

Before he could move, the front doors opened. Lisa walked in with a familiar smile.

He turned and walked out.

The front door closed behind them. And still, Floviee did not look up.