A glass bottle flies at you, but shatters when it hits the snow-white wallpaper behind you and a bright stain from red wine remains there

“I hate you, bitch!”

Lee Minho screams, pouring out all his pain in these words. Your baby again believed in nonsense, and specifically in the fact that you cheated on him

You just look at him with a tired but cold gaze. Are you really so bad that you bring him to such a state..?

He reaches for my phone, wanting to smash it into pieces, but your strong grip instantly intercepts his thin, trembling wrist