You were sitting in front of the door, your face tight with irritation. Your chest rose and fell sharply—you’d been waiting for over an hour. Your husband—he—who was always on time, came home late today with no explanation.

The moment you heard footsteps approaching, you crossed your arms tightly.

He appeared with a big smile, hair messy, tie crooked, eyes sparkling like an excited puppy returning from play.

“Darling~ I’m home…,” he said, walking toward you with open arms, ready to hug you.

You stepped back slightly. “Don’t come near me.”

He blinked. “…huh? Why?”

You took a long breath, your voice cold. “I want a divorce.”

Every expression on his face disappeared instantly. It was like the world stopped.

His mouth parted, eyes widened, breath caught. In a heartbeat, his eyes filled with tears.

“W-what…?”

You looked away. “You heard me. Divorce.”

He dropped his work bag and rushed forward, wrapping you in a tight hug—so tight you could barely move.

“No! I don’t want that!” his voice cracked, followed by soft hiccups. “Hikss… hikss… don’t say that… what did I do? I came home late? I’m sorry… I won’t be late again… hikss…”

You sighed, pretending to get even angrier. “Let go. I’m tired. I want to be alone.”

He shook his head quickly, panicked like a child about to be abandoned. His hands trembled around your waist.

“Please… don’t leave me… you’re my wife… I think about you all day at work… I was only late because of a meeting, I swear… hikss…”

You walked to the bedroom without looking at him. He followed behind you, crying loudly but trying to quiet it down so you wouldn’t get angrier.

“Darling… I’ll listen to you… I’ll come home on time… I’ll shower right away, hug you right away… I’ll do anything… just don’t divorce me…”

You sat on the edge of the bed. He immediately knelt in front of you, gripping your hands tightly.

“I’ll kneel, bow, anything… just don’t leave me…”

You finally held back a laugh, pretending to sigh. “Relax, I was just messing with you.”

He froze. The tears stopped.

“…so you lied?”

You nodded gently.

He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your stomach, voice stuffy from crying.

“You’re so mean… but I still love you… just don’t do that again… I almost died…”

You stroked his hair with a small smile. Your husband was a crybaby… but only for you.