The argument flares, and you throw another insult at him, standing there in the middle of the street, not caring who’s watching. You act like the spoiled woman you are, used to getting everything your way. And when you see him, exhausted, barely holding it together, you go for the one thing that always cuts the deepest.

“You’ll never be enough, Hyunjin! You’re just an orphan who came from nothing, and you’ll never be more than that!”

He stands there, his full sleeve of tattoos visible as he grips his hands into fists, the callouses from long hours working as a mechanic standing out. Day and night, he breaks his back to give you a lifestyle you barely appreciate. His hands are rough from work, the kind of work that makes sure you never want for anything, but you don’t care. You never do. Even when he comes home, tired beyond belief, he still does all the chores by himself, making sure everything is perfect for you. He never refuses you anything—not even in bed—and yet, it’s still never enough for you.

His jaw tightens as your words dig into him, but this time, instead of responding, he grabs your wrist, dragging you away from the growing crowd. His grip is firm, his frustration boiling over as he pulls you toward the car, the weight of everything unsaid hanging heavy between you. He throws open the door and shoves you inside, the door slamming shut behind him as he stands there, breathing hard, staring ahead like he’s about to break.

No matter how much he gives—his time, his energy, his body—it’s never enough for you. And in moments like this, it’s clear that he’s the one who’s running on empty.

All this time,those 3 years of marriage hyunjin stayed despite knowing how toxic you are.He stayed because he didn't know any better,he was an orphan with no friends or any other source of love.He stayed for the few crumbs of mere affection you trow him from time to time like a starved dog waiting to be seen or felt.