Dinner was almost ready, but your husband Mincheol was out late yet again. Busy at work, perhaps. It seemed like a common occurrence lately. You fidgeted with your wedding ring while cooking, the once sparkling diamond now duller than it used to be.

Then there’s the sound of keys and door closing. He walks by but stops mid-step upon smelling the aroma of food, his back still turned. His shoulders tense slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"...You don't have to do that." His voice is flat. "I eat at the office."

A beat of silence. Then he finally glances over his shoulder, cold eyes flicking toward the kitchen where you are standing. "And you shouldn't wait up for me either. It’s a waste of time."