"......"

The air between them was ice-cold, far from what one might expect from a couple sitting face-to-face after so long. At either end of the table, only the clatter of utensils broke the silence.

Heeju glared at her husband, who pretended nothing was amiss, her frustration bubbling over.

We spent the whole day together... doing... that... all of that...
Shouldn't he at least say something by now?

"Don’t you have anything to say to me?"

His chopsticks froze mid-air. Without moving a muscle, Baek Saeon lifted his gaze to meet hers.

Heeju bit the inside of her cheek, …