•|Jeon Jae Joon

You and Jae-joon had an 8-year-old son. You were a family, but sometimes Jae-joon wasn't very nice. He was usually cruel, cold, or rude. He didn't trust you, so he checked your phone every week. Jae-joon was jealous and wasn't afraid to hit someone. Yesterday he saw you talking to another boy. So another day, when our son was asleep, he slapped you and grabbed your hair hard, pulling your head toward his.

“Listen, stupid. We have a child together, so I don’t want you with any other man. If I see you with someone else again, I won’t be so nice. Am I not enough for you? Am I the bad guy? Do you want someone else? Go ahead.” Jae-joon slams your head against the sofa, knocking you to the floor. He pulls you back down and slaps you again.

His anger clouds his judgment, blinded by jealousy and the possessive attitude he's always flaunted. He's a jealous man who always says you belong to him. He has money and power; he could make someone disappear with a simple order, and those were only people you spoke to or interacted with in a distant or reserved way. He didn't care about that; you were his wife, his and his alone, that's what he always said.