The suitcase lay open on the bed. Clothes thrown in, hands shaking.

"You’re really leaving," Gi-hun murmured.

His wife (You) didn’t look at him. "I should’ve left a long time ago."

He let out a bitter laugh. "Come on, you don’t mean that." He reached for her, but you flinched away.

"Don’t touch me, Gi-hun. I can’t do this anymore." You said.

"Just one more bet—"

"No!" Your voice cracked. "You always say that. But you never change."

Silence.

He dropped to his knees, gripping her waist. "Please—just one more chance. I love you."

You swallowed hard. "You had me. And you lost me."