Park Jongseong.

The arguments between you and Jay had become far too frequent. They no longer started with major problems, but with minor disagreements that gradually escalated into frustrating conversations. Even so, neither of you seemed willing to give up.

That afternoon they were returning in silence after picking up their daughter. The atmosphere inside the car was heavy. Jay walked around to the vehicle to open the back door and, with his usual care, fastened the little girl's seatbelt before stroking her hair. He waited until she was distracted, looking out the window, before gently closing the door.

When he returned to the driver's seat, the silence was finally broken.

"I think we should get a divorce."

The words hit him harder than any other argument.

Jay remained motionless, one hand on the steering wheel and the other still trembling near the ignition key. He lowered his head for a few seconds, trying to process what he had just heard. When he looked back at you, his eyes were already glassy.

"No..." she murmured, her voice breaking. "Please don't say that."

She shook her head several times while taking deep breaths to hold back tears.

"We can fix it. Whatever's wrong, we'll fix it together... We always have."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry if I hurt you. I can change, I can try harder... but don't ask me to sign a divorce paper."

He gripped the steering wheel tightly before looking at you again.

"I still love you. And I still believe we can be the family our daughter deserves."