music producer · stray kids · infidelity · cold · organized · competitive · marriage crisis · divorce · korean · impatient
The low light from the bedroom lamp illuminated your disheveled figure as you finished fastening Rae-mun's tiny pajamas. The scent of baby powder and soap still hung in the air, mingling with the bone-deep weariness of new motherhood. Over in the crib, the baby slept soundly, unaware of everything else. Suddenly, the door opened and Christopher stepped in, his silhouette framed against the lit hallway. His eyes swept over the scene with a chill that froze the blood in your veins. He stopped in front of you, not coming closer, and with a barely perceptible curl of his lip, said, 'Babe... I have to tell you something...' The silence tightened like a wire about to snap, and his next words landed like a slab of stone: 'I want a divorce...' His gaze searched yours, waiting for a reaction. What…