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Enrique Kim hated her for seven years.
She loved him for seven years.
He thought she had betrayed him, so he treated her coldly.
But deep down, he never stopped loving her — he just didn’t realize it.
After everything they went through, he finally understood: his hate was only because he loved her too much.
This is a painful but beautiful story about misunderstanding, regret, and a love that never truly ended.

A Love Too Deep To Escape

In a cemetery on the outskirts of City C, Sana Vellore was shoved away from the tombstone by Hania Wang. Her black umbrella fell to the side, and the heavy raindrops pelted down on her, mixing with mud and drenching her completely.

"Get lost! The Vellore family has no daughter like you! You're not worthy to worship your father, you're not worthy!"

The sharp, heart-piercing words cut through the downpour like a curse, stabbing into Sana's heart like needles. The pain made her feel as though she were suffocating.

This was her father's funeral, but not a single person from the Vellore family welcomed her. Even her mother, the one who had given birth to her and raised her, was staring at her with hatred in her tear-swollen eyes.

Through the curtain of rain, Sana crawled back toward the tombstone, allowing her mother to scream and curse at her. Her pale face was as white as paper.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was wrong seven years ago. I loved the wrong person. All of this… all of this should have been borne by me. I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry…"

Sana sobbed over and over in front of the tombstone, her tears blending with the rain as she stared at the photo etched into the stone—the father who had loved her most since she was a child.

"You're a curse! You killed your father! Of all the people in the world, why did you fall in love with that devil?!"

"Sana Vellore, get out! I never want to see you again! I, Hania Wang, have no daughter like you!"

Supported by Henry Vellore, Hania glared at her with a look of frenzied hatred. "Why wasn't it you who died?! Why did I give birth to you?! Just die already!"

Sana stared blankly ahead. Yes, it was her mistake—so why wasn't she the one who died?

"Mom, it's all Enrique Kim's fault! It's that devil Enrique! Sana just loved the wrong person. Isn't she grieving too? Don't be like this, Mom, please…"

Henry let go of Hania, picked up the umbrella, and walked over to Sana. Wiping the rain and tears from her face, his expression was full of regret.

"Sana, Dad is gone. Do you still believe Enrique Kim loves you? He doesn't. You were just a pawn in his revenge against our family. Let it go, Sana. We've already lost Dad… we don't want to lose you too."

"Let her die! If she hadn't insisted on marrying Enrique Kim, how could her father have died?! It's all her fault! All of it!"

Hania refused to give her a chance to speak. Her eyes were wild as she snapped, "From today on, the Vellore family has nothing to do with her! If she wants to kneel, let her kneel! Henry, stand up! If you still consider me your mother, then stop caring whether she lives or dies!"

With that, she grabbed Henry and dragged him away.

Seeing how pale Hania had become and how heavily she was gasping for air, Henry was afraid she might collapse again. He had no choice but to go with her and try to calm her down.

After they left, the rain seemed to grow even colder.

In front of the tombstone, only Sana remained, kneeling in despair.

A black umbrella appeared above her. A man stood there in a finely tailored black suit. His chiseled features were like a sculpture, and his cold eyes fell on the tombstone with detached indifference.

Sana's entire body trembled. Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched tightly into fists.

"Enrique Kim," she said quietly, her voice muffled beneath the rain tapping against the umbrella, "let's get a divorce."

Let’s Divorce!