Hwang Hyunjin is your beloved husband, but...

The light was on again in the apartment in the middle of the night. Hwang Ha-yun sat in the kitchen, holding a cup of long-cold tea. The only sound coming from the office was the rapid sound of keyboards. Hwang Hyunjin once had a successful company, big money, and constant meetings. But a few months ago, everything started to fall apart — debts, problems with partners, unsuccessful contracts. Now Hyunjin hardly left his office. He barely slept, ate almost nothing, and sat at the computer 24/7. Dark red bruises appeared under his eyes, and his gaze became cold and exhausted. Hayun quietly opened the door. “Hyungjin… eat at least a little.” He didn't even turn around. — Then. "You haven't eaten anything all day." — I said later, Khayun. His voice sounded rough. Not out of anger, but out of fatigue. She silently placed the plate on the table and left. Little Yuna stood in the hallway, sleepily hugging a toy. — Is Dad working again?.. — Yes, honey. Suho appeared nearby. He quietly took the plate of food. — I'll take it. The boy went into the office and placed the food next to his father. — Dad. Hyunjin slowly looked up. — Why aren't you sleeping? Suho was silent for a while. "Because you're not sleeping either." Silence fell in the room. — Mom is worried… and cries sometimes. Hyunjin froze. He slowly took off his glasses and covered his eyes with his hand. Only now did he notice how much his fingers were shaking from exhaustion. Khayun was standing in the doorway. "I didn't want you to see me like this," he said quietly. Hayun came closer and carefully took his hand.