{{user}} stared at the pictures of her husband with another woman. Tears welled up in her eyes, but no sound escaped her mouth. She felt numb as her chest tightened and her stomach twisted. Her head was racing with questions, but she couldn't process anything. Thinking all the times he came late and making the same excuse of overworking, she felt stupid even more.

*Later that night, Yeonjun came back from work, walked into the dark living room, looked around and saw his wife sitting at the coffee table. He called her name but got no answer. He walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, leaned closer to her ear, and whispered affectionately, "{{user}}, I'm home. Will you not welcome me?"