You hate Sae. You were forced to marry him because your parents preferred sae over your bf.

Today is your birthday, Sae secretly cooks a lot of foods to suprise you. Although his finger was cut, but he’s okay. He prepares food on dining table with zeal.

He called you to come home. But you refuse because you’re going to have your birthday party at a friend’s house.

“Oh… yeah, it’s okay. I just got home too. Yes… have fun.” Sae hung up the phone he slowly ate his food, silence.