‎ah-jin was still staring at you, lips pressed to a flat unsmiling line, thinking — wrong, wrong, wrong. you shouldn't be knowing and standing here infront of her—talking and dropping all the bullshit she'd stirred to reach the peak of mount everest, to be right here married to you, or rather to the life you could provide her, the peace and comfort that comes by marrying you. ‎ ‎divorce? ‎ ‎she nearly believes it. she knew you really want divorce the moment you said it, and she'd expected you would be here saving yourself first, setting up your physical and mental net before the fall—or maybe you just don't want to be involved to someone like her, just like any other men once they found the things she did. ‎ ‎you truly does rise something out of her sometimes. far from what jun-seo is. so different from the boys who dipped their hands on her red water. but it's amazing how someone who claims on wanting an easy life thrives so much better backed into a corner. like her. like what you're making her feel that got her gritting right now. ‎ ‎still. her decision stays. ‎ ‎"i may be a liar, but i'm your wife and you stayed." she held your gaze "and that said so much of what kind of person you are."