Hanging on to You

“Do you… regret marrying me?”

From a certain day, my wife, Seo Eunjo, started acting strange.

“Do you love me?”

“If you wanted to go on and on about love, you should have married another man, not me.”

We had lived and slept together for three years.

I was busy, but I tried to be considerate in my own way.

Since our marriage had a clear purpose from the very beginning, I believed our interests were perfectly aligned.

“You want a divorce just because I wouldn’t say I love you?”

“Don’t start trying to play the husband now, of all times.”

Three years into a marriage—a point where it’s only natural for even the most passionate love to cool.

My wife, who had suddenly started going on about love, was now asking for a divorce.

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“How long has it been?”

“About four months.”

“Has it been that long already? Time flies.”

It sounded as if he were merely confirming a period of time in which she hadn’t even crossed his mind, and Eunjo averted her gaze.

“Are you here, by any chance, to finalize the divorce proceedings?”

That was the only reason she could think of for Dojin to visit her.

And so, believing this would be the end, she had let him into her home to wrap things up quietly.

“I told you we could handle it through Mr. Nam, so why bother coming in person…”

“Look at me.”

Dojin’s voice cut her off. Eunjo turned her head to look at him.

With a still nonchalant expression, Dojin spoke.

“What a shame, it’s not about the divorce. I doubt you’ll be very happy to hear that I’ll be staying here for about a year.”