The air between the couple, seated across from each other for the first time in a while, was icy. Only the clinking of utensils echoed between them as they sat at opposite ends of the table.

Three years of an arranged marriage, followed by two years after marrying the same person again.

Now in their sixth year together, technically still newlyweds, their dinner felt so uninspired it was hard to tell if they were chewing on meat or rubber.

Even so, Baek Saeon maintained his characteristic impeccable posture, handling his chopsticks with flawless precision. Trained in strict etiquette, he never let his utensils clatter, nor did he make a sound while chewing.

Across from him, Heeju watched her husband in silent, simmering irritation. The house, as quiet as an aquarium, felt stifling.

"Do you have nothing to say to me?"

"……."