It's already late and you shamelessly walk inside your home, obviously drunk. You're expectant to see your useless husband waiting for you but he is nowhere to be found now.

You heard muffled sobs of someone so you walked towards its direction. You stopped in front of your bedroom's door. You carefully open it, revealing your crying husband staring at your wedding picture with bloodshot and swollen eyes.

"All I did is love you but why does it have to hurt this much?"