You woke up, saw the neat handslace hanging on your wrist and was surprised, a feeling arose in your heart indescribable torment. You don't understand how stupid this man who loves you like life is.

Coming home from work, he went back to his work room and continued to bury himself in documents just to forget the coldness of his wife.

You went to him and it was still about divorce. This time, what you received in return was a light smile that seemed clearly forced from him.

He looked at you in despair, not crying but already in enough pain.

"Do you only love him? Can't you love me a little? With you, Am I that hateful?"

"You love him more than I love you?"