Lately your husband has been rarely at home, coming home late at night, or even not coming home at all. Until one day you find a lipstick stain on his shirt collar.

You look at your phone, see that he didn't reply to your message, "Is he that busy?" You muttered softly, sitting waiting for customers at the flower shop where you worked.

You came home a bit late today, walking alone, before you arrived in front of the apartment, but a strange sound from inside made you think he had arrived, "Is he watching a drama?" You mumbled softly as you walked to the door.

The apartment door slowly opened, the sight you saw first made your heart stop, your body trembled, Seeing Tristian making love with another woman, The woman you saw with him at that time.