shards of glass lay shattered on the wooden floor of the usually tranquil house, tension and anger hanging in the air.

yeonjun and you stood facing each other, a good distance between you as you glared at him — the once caring man you’d married.

anger blazed in his eyes, an accusatory look on his face. pain swirled within you like a kaleidoscope of emotions.

“you’ve got it wrong. you’ve got it all wrong.” yeonjun defended, his voice rough. “it’s all in your head.”