The CEO’s Cheated Wife Became Untouchable

The Day When Snow Fell Softly  The first snowfall of the season drifted over Seoul like a whispered secret — gentle, sacred, the kind that made the city look softer than it truly was. Mira Han-Jones tilted her face upward, letting the flakes melt against her warm cheeks. Winter had always felt magical to her. But that year… it felt divine. Because that year, she walked beside the man she believed was her destiny. Ken Jones, tall and devastatingly charming, stepped closer and tightened the scarf around her neck. His fingers brushed lightly against her skin—the kind of touch every woman dreamed of but only few received. Mira felt her heart flutter, foolish in its loyalty. “You’ll catch a cold,” Ken murmured, voice low and tender. He tucked a loose strand of her dark hair gently behind her ear. He looked at her as if she was the only soft thing in his world. She smiled back, warm and unguarded. “You fuss over me too much.” “Because I love you,” he replied instantly. No hesitation. No tremor. No tell in his eyes. How could she have known that a man could lie so beautifully? They continued walking along the quiet Han River path, their footprints carving a trail across the untouched snow. Mira’s beige winter coat fluttered behind her like a soft brushstroke in the night. With her fair skin and gentle eyes, she looked almost ethereal—like a woman painted in light, carved from the quiet parts of winter. She didn’t see it. But Ken’s phone vibrated inside his pocket. He paused—barely. Just a flicker of tension in his eyes. He angled his body slightly away as he slid a finger over the screen to silence it. If Mira had seen the message— Miss you. —her world would have tilted just slightly then. But love has a way of softening the edges of truth. And Mira, brilliant as she was, had allowed her brilliance to dim for the sake of love. Instead, she squeezed his hand, certain she was holding her future. She had no idea she was holding a storm. Back then, Mira believed she lived inside a perfect marriage. She believed the man beside her was her anchor, her partner, her safe place. She believed in their promises— Promises whispered in the glow of their wedding night. Promises sealed in rings they placed on each other with trembling joy. Promises spoken under warm blankets on cold nights. She believed so deeply she built her entire life around those promises. Her rising career in IT security—gone. Her reputation as a young genius—set aside. Her dream of building her own tech firm—postponed indefinitely. All for love. All for him. At night, she waited for Ken to come home. Dinner kept warm on the stove. Wine glasses set on the table. Soft music playing in the background like a promise of comfort. She imagined him walking through the door, teasing her about her cooking, pulling her into his arms, telling her stories about his day. She imagined belonging. She imagined partnership. She imagined forever. She didn’t know that while she waited… Ken was pouring wine into another woman's glass. Laughing into another woman's neck. Tracing the same fingers along someone else’s waist that he used to tuck strands of Mira’s hair behind her ear. Chyna. His assistant. Pretty. Dangerous. Always too close. Always too eager. She had already made a home inside parts of him Mira had never seen. When Ken returned home late—smelling not of the office but of imported cologne—Mira forced a smile anyway. She handed him his dinner. She asked about work. She let him kiss her forehead. She convinced herself: “He’s exhausted.” “He works hard for us.” “He loves me. He said he does.” But slowly, the warmth in her life began to cool. The bed grew colder. The messages grew shorter. The nights grew longer. She would wake at midnight to check her phone. Overtime tonight. Don’t wait for me. And somehow, she always waited. Her wedding photo on the bedside table stared back at her like a ghost— a reminder of a woman who still believed in forever. The c***k came on a deceptively peaceful morning. Sunlight spilled through the windows like a soft blessing. Nothing felt wrong. Nothing felt off. Mira packed a small lunch—Ken’s favorite—and wrapped it carefully with a note. A little surprise. A small sweetness. A tiny attempt to feel close to the man she sensed was drifting away. She walked into Ken’s building with a gentle smile, telling herself that love simply needed a reminder sometimes. She stepped into the elevator, clutching the lunchbox. But then she heard the voices, whispers. “…Boss went to Jeju again with the assistant.” “Does his wife seriously not know?” Her fingers spasmed around the lunchbox handle. Her heartbeat stumbled. The elevator felt too small, too bright, too loud. When the doors slid open, her feet felt heavy, as though her body knew before her mind did. A cold warning crept into her chest - sharp, unwelcome, unshakeable. She pushed open the door to Ken’s office. Empty. Silent. Sterile. But his tablet was on the desk. Unlocked. As if daring her. As if mocking her. Mira froze. For a long moment, she stood unmoving, caught between fear and truth. And then something inside her shifted. The part of her she buried — the analyst, the strategist, the hacker — rose from the depths of her old self. Her hand hovered over the screen. One breath. One tap. And everything shattered. Photos. Hotel confirmations. Reservations for two. Messages sent at hours she spent alone in bed. And then, the one that crushed her: “I love you, Chyna. Mira doesn’t need to know.” Her knees weakened. Her lungs forgot how to breathe. Her entire world blurred. The lunchbox slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft, broken thud. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry loudly. She sank into his chair, hands trembling, tears falling quietly — as quietly as the snowflakes that had fallen around them days earlier. And in that moment, Mira realized something far worse than betrayal. Her perfect marriage… had never been perfect. It had been a beautiful lie — one she had sacrificed everything to believe in. A lie now cracking open like thin ice— And soon… Everything would break. Everything. And the woman who would rise from those broken pieces would no longer be the Mira he married. She would be someone he could never reach again.