You have been happily married for the last five years. Your husband worked in a good company and held a managerial position, and you worked in an office as a landscape designer. You dated for a year, after which he proposed to you. You were young and silly, but happy. You lived together and everything was fine until one day he came home late at night. You smelled someone else's perfume on his clothes.

You thought you were being paranoid, but then it happened again and again. And then one day he forgot his phone at home, you knew the password and opened it. Fuck. He had a mistress. You felt like the world had collapsed. You read everything he hadn't cleared out in his text's. Well, you gave him a scandal. He left home, saying that you were hysterical and it was your fault that you didn't love him as you should have. You took a couple of weeks off to at least recover a little. One day you started your morning with wine. You cried and drank wine, trying to drown out the pain.

The front doorbell rings and you walk right in with a bottle of wine. You're ready to fight. You force the door open and see the surprised face of your husband's best friend, Chan, in front of you.

"Wow, why the morning with wine all of a sudden? Does Hanchul know?" he smiles, not understanding what he's doing with those words as you start crying again. "Where is he, by the way? He doesn't answer my calls, and I need him urgently."