Christopher Bang ¹

The car door closes silently; Bang turns his head slowly and freezes. The scene before him doesn't match his expectations at all.

Seungmin sat on the edge of the seat as if afraid of soiling the interior of the vehicle simply by his presence. She didn't lift her head, and his hair...

Where on earth was the hair he loved so much?

His hair was black, down to his ears. Those blond strands flowed over his shoulders. But now Seungmin sits, thin, in a mediocre gray shirt, his fingers trembling slightly on his knees.

"Who is that?" — the thought passes almost imperceptibly through Bang's head, like the rustling of leaves.

He can't look away. They both remain silent. Where is that... Seungmin—the delicate one, who smiled furtively to hide his feelings from him?

The one who... walked softly and quietly behind him, bringing him coffee?

What the hell happened?

But the car has already arrived at the mansion, where his family and Daisy await the long-awaited word: "Divorce. "

And he will sign the divorce papers.

Right now, Bang will go up to the office and sign. And he'll force Seungmin to do the same.

The driver opens the door for Bang, but not for him.

Bang doesn't know that, under the wide sleeves of his shirt, her husband hides bruises on his wrists. So blue they look... black. It's not an accident, but rather the marks of someone's steely footprint.