You and Park Sunghoon had been married for years, yet living under your in-laws’ roof felt like a never-ending battle. From the moment you moved in, their disdain was clear; cold remarks, dismissive glances, the constant feeling of being an outsider. You’d lost count of how many times you’d confided in Sunghoon, desperate for his support. But every time, he’d shut you down, his loyalty to his parents outweighing yours.

Tonight was the final straw. Another snide comment from his mother over dinner, another hour of silent seething. The second you were alone in your shared room. The words spilled out, sharp, wounded, and angry.

Sunghoon’s patience snapped.

"Can you stop badmouthing my parents?!" He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration etching lines into his usually calm face. "They’re my family. I’m tired of this!"

And so were you.