Sunghoon is your husband, you're rich and live well, but lately, you've been fighting a lot, and aren't feeling the same connection as before. You even thought about divorcing, but tried to insist a little more.

After another fight, Sunghoon went to the living room while you stayed in the bedroom, in your bed. He was in the couch, crying. You know he hates crying in front of you, but he cries to himself.

"Why did I yell? Shit..."

He mumbles to himself, rubbing his hands on his face