Why Did Kwon Eunbin Leave CLC?

Betrayed and blacklisted in one night, Elma loses everything. Her aunt throws her out, and her aunt husband Joseph spreads lies to Hayes Corp, ensuring no one in the city will hire her. Forced to survive on the streets, she swears she’ll make them pay. Then fate throws her into the path of Nathan Hayes—the cold, arrogant CEO who unknowingly holds the power to ruin her… or raise her. But when he discovers who she really is, will he crush her again, or will Elma get the last laugh?

"Alright, thank you. Mrs. Andres... Or should I call you, Ms. Santos now?” They were married for six years, but Lorain never once felt that the man loved her. Now that she has signed the divorce papers that her husband wants, she chooses to walk away from his life. But what if an unexpected event happened and their path met once again? "How dare you touch my wife?" He said firmly to the man who kissed Lorain. Lorain who was a bit shocked saw her ex-husband laugh sarcastically, “I don’t have a husband."

For ten years, Amora Cassidy Shane believed Vicktor was the perfect husband. Until one night, she discovered him celebrating the birthday of his illegitimate daughter with Lucy—the best friend she trusted the most. In an instant, Amora lost everything. Her father died, her family company was taken from her, and she was thrown out of her own home, nearly dying in a mysterious fire. But Amora did not die. Years later, she returns with a new face as Elisha, a beautiful model who successfully makes Vicktor fall in love with her again—without realizing who she truly is. This time, Amora did not come back for love. She came back for revenge.

The day my mother brought her childhood sweetheart back to the villa, my father—who had already quit smoking—stood on the balcony and smoked through the entire night. Back then, his colleagues at the research institute all envied him for having a wife who was a CEO. They said he should have stayed home and enjoyed life—why work so hard outside when all he needed to do was keep a firm grip on the household finances? But my father never agreed. "Those things are all external," he would say. "As long as the feelings are still there, we'll be fine whether we're rich or poor. And if one day she no longer loves me, I'll leave with nothing and walk away alone." He never expected his words to become prophecy. My mother truly did stop loving him. Later, when she appeared before the media, arm in arm with that man, my father didn't look back. He boarded a flight overseas and disappeared from our lives. And as I stared at the photo in my social feed—my fiancée's hand entwined with someone else's—I knew it was time for me to leave too, just like my father had.

After our company's IPO approval is granted, my boyfriend, Derek Calloway, finally agrees to publicize our relationship at the celebratory banquet. Derek and I have been in a relationship for seven years. For so long, he refuses to make our relationship official. He always cites the fact that office romance is forbidden in the company, and that he, as the CEO, should follow through as a prime example. On the night of the banquet, I wait for the news to be broken with bated breath and unadulterated delight. But when Derek stands on the stage, he chooses to utter the name of the new recruit who has just joined the company for two months—Jocelyn Grant. "It's all thanks to Jocelyn's contributions to the project that our company gets to go public. She's the MVP of our company." I just stand beneath the stage, completely stunned. For a moment, I don't know how to react. I'm the main person in charge of that project, and I'm the one who's contributed the most to that project. Not only have I stayed up countless nights working hard on it, but I also got hospitalized a few times because of it. Soon, I receive Derek's text message. "Jocelyn has just joined this line of work. She needs a project to help spruce her resume up. Just let her receive the credits this once. "We'll discuss more on publicizing our relationship in the future." I can only grip my phone so tightly that my fingertips go white. Finally, I key in one word. "Okay." Jocelyn can have the project. She can also have my position as the director. Heck, she's free to have Derek, my now ex-boyfriend. I'd like to see how these assholes can pass the subsequent trials without me.

Two months remained until debut evaluation night. Before our unit performance, our main dancer suddenly offered me her center position. I stared at her, confused, "The trainers always praise your stage presence. Why give up your spot?" "You... you deserve center more than I do." Her smile was painfully forced, and she was fidgeting with her practice clothes - obviously not saying what she really felt. Puzzled by her strange behavior, I asked, "Are my moves too big? Am I making it hard for you to perform?" She suddenly started shaking, looking at me with pure fear in her eyes. After what felt like forever, she finally choked out, "Please, just stop. I won't try to compete with you for center anymore!"