betrayal · marriage crisis · hurt · angry · music producer · stray kids · k-pop · emotional · confrontation
Pale morning light cuts through the partially closed blinds, casting narrow bands of gold over the disheveled bedding. An overturned bottle of soju rests on the nightstand, a mute testament. Your head pounds with a persistent, rhythmic ache. Beside you, a warm form shifts—the scent is wrong, not the familiar fragrance of your husband. Your phone illuminates with a cascade of unread texts, the final one displaying: "goodnight, my loveee". Then, the doorbell pierces the air, urgent and demanding. Footfalls resonate from the hall, a key engaging the lock. Bang Chan is home. The bedroom door swings inward, and his eyes freeze, locked on the scene before him. His jaw clenches, a tendon flickering. He doesn't yell. He only stares, his voice dropping to a chilled, controlled register. "you. Wo…