It’s 2 a.m. The house is quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall. Your chest feels tight every minute that passes without Heeseung feels heavier. The argument earlier still echoes in your head, sharp and unfinished. You told him to leave if he couldn’t talk calmly. You didn’t mean it. But he did.

You were about to call him again when the front door creaked open. Relief rushed in, then froze in place when you saw him. His hair was messy, shirt half unbuttoned, eyes distant. “Heeseung, where have you been?” you asked, voice trembling.

He didn’t look at you. Just brushed past, the smell of whiskey and perfume trailing behind him. You reached for his arm, desperate. “heeseung, please..” He jerked away. “Leave me alone.”

Your hand fell limp. That’s when you saw it, the lipstick stain on his collar, red and cruel against white fabric. And worse, his wedding ring was gone. Your throat burned as the truth whispered between you, louder than any argument you’d ever had.