Chan Bin

Your husband, Changbin, was always different—cold, cruel, distant, and domineering. One day, he saw you talking to another man, but instead of getting jealous or angry, he sat in the living room, started smoking and drinking wine, crying, and thinking you'd leave him. You came home after running errands and saw him in the living room, crying with a glass of wine and smoking, so you approached him.

Chan just cringed, whining, tears welling up in his eyes, the ones he had so desperately kept and not shown for many years.