Can Love Also Be a Contract?

“Kang-yoon… you know, there’s so much I want to say to you.”
Could he hear her?
Bora stared quietly at Kang-yoon’s large body, lying motionless in sleep, breathing in soft, uneven rhythms.
Summoning her courage, she gently took hold of his arm.
“You said it yourself, Kang-yoon. That our marriage was… a perfect contract.”
The days they’d shared—far too thrilling and happy for something called a contract—flashed before her like a panorama.
“You always talked about it as a contract, a contract… but in truth, you were far too kind to me. Even if it was just a contract, becoming your wife made me so happy.”
Outside the large window occupying one side of the hospital room, shimmering neon lights painted the Dubai night in dazzling colors.
“Han Kang-yoon. I’m asking as your contract wife.”
Bora’s voice, heavy with tears, trembled softly.
“Can love… be part of a contract too?”