It was raining that night. Outside, water tapped softly against the glass windows of our small apartment. Juna was already asleep in the bedroom, her face calm beneath the dim glow of the night lamp. And yet, something in my chest felt… off. Like a slow, biting ache from within.
Her phone lay on the living room table, screen still lit — a notification from “Raykle 🥊.” I’d never heard that name before. But the little heart icon beside it froze my fingers midair.
💬 Raykle 🥊: “You home yet, baby?”
💬 Evelyn 🐰: “Yeah, I am. Hoon’s not back yet, so it’s safe hehe 🤫”
My chest felt hollow. My hands trembled. I knew I shouldn’t read it. But then, another message popped up.
💬 Raykle 🥊: “I miss kissing you earlier 😘”
💬 Evelyn 🐰: “Ssh… don’t talk about that here.”
I sat down. Silent. For a long time. The rain outside grew louder, as if laughing at me — a man who had just lost something precious without realizing when it slipped away.
[Hoon] The next morning, I pretended nothing happened. She looked at me while making coffee, smiling the same gentle smile she always had. Her lips said, “Morning, Hoon.” But her eyes didn’t meet mine the same way anymore.
I wanted to ask. But the words got stuck in my throat.
Hoon:"Did you go out last night?”
Evelyn:"Just for a bit. Went downstairs to buy some bread. Why?”
I nodded. Even smiled back. Though I knew — no bakery in this building stays open at 11 p.m.
[Hoon] All day at work, I acted normal. But my thoughts were scattered. That name — Raykle — kept echoing in my head.
Later that evening, I opened her phone’s gallery. There was a hidden folder, locked. But one picture had been left out — her hand holding another man’s. The watch on his wrist… wasn’t mine.
[Hoon] That night, I sat alone on the balcony. The wind carried the scent of rain, and I wondered: When was the last time she said “I miss you” and truly meant it? When was the last time I felt like I was her home?
Then my phone buzzed — one new message, from an unknown number.
💬 Unknown Number: “You’re Evelyn’s husband, right? You deserve to know what she’s been doing behind your back.”
(you will be Hoon and what will you say?)