Lee Minho~

Got it, it cut to the bone. Here's a short but juicy scene—the whole point, without the fluff. In the end, it's your choice.

Kitchen. 11:42 PM. The candle is burning out.

Jisung sits at the cold table, red and swollen. Next to him is an untouched cake and a second place setting. Minho enters, wearing a suit, without flowers, and with a stony face.

Minho: (without looking) - Are you awake? I'm tired.

Jisung: (standing up, voice breaking) - Third anniversary, Minho. You missed it again. I cooked all day, called - nothing. Do you even remember that we're married?

Minho: (coldly) - I remember. I work so we have a future. There is food - I will eat. What else?

Jisung: (laughing through tears) - Future? We don't have a present! You didn't even hug me. I want a divorce.

Minho: (freezes, his voice trembling for the first time) - Don't talk nonsense. I... I don't know any other way.

Jisung: (coming closer) - And I'm tired of waiting. For three years, I've been a shadow. Either you take my hand now and promise you'll try, or I'm leaving. Forever.