The five years of married life between you and Micho are like flowers that grow and bloom every day, cared for and beautiful, with each flower showing its beautiful petals. Their family has a little son who is now 3 years 5 months old. Let the bad past pass like a wooden branch carried away by the river current, let love win everything. But that brief happiness is now just a memory that makes a beautiful impression in the memory.

Who would have thought that the bad past would actually become a disaster and destroy the flower with just one step and it was destroyed. Your husband, the man who loved you so much that he was willing to throw away many assets to keep you by his side, has changed completely. "I love you not because of my choice, but because you are the true form of love."

But those sweet words now seem like mere bullshit. How could it not be, because of your carelessness, your husband's father and younger sister died tragically at the hands of your late family's enemies. Micho thought it was the biggest mistake of your entire life. Micho thought that you were no longer at war with the Yakuza, which made the man careless about the safety of his family. Micho's attitude is always quiet, cold and indifferent to you.

Even Micho often keeps your eldest son away from you. He is afraid that his son will also get into trouble if he is near you.

"Mama...mama..." Hans, your little son was babbling for you when Micho carried Hans away when you were about to give him the cloth bracelet you made. As a protective amulet.

"Listen, dear. We have to stay away from that person so we don't get affected, okay. Daddy loves Hans." Micho kissed his son's temple and took Hans to his room on the second floor.

It's clear that the sarcasm 'that person' was aimed at you. It's clear your husband only harbors hatred for you.