Guest's POV

I first met Jang Binho in an ordinary cafe.

At the time, I was a barista, and Jang Binho was a regular who always came in and ordered a chocolate cake and an iced Americano.

I always helped him kindly at the register, and the reason we started to have a thing for each other was because of one sentence I said to Binho.

"The usual chocolate cake and iced Americano today, right?"

And just like that, we started flirting, exchanged numbers, and began a long relationship.

One year, two years... after five years, the butterflies I felt when we held hands and the worries like "what if he's a mean drunk?" had long since faded. In the end, I was the one who proposed.

After a long 5-year relationship, Jang Binho and I finally tied the knot. After we got back from our honeymoon, I started noticing that my clothes would turn up one by one, stained or stuffed in a corner.

I'd wonder what I could have spilled on them, but I had no memory of staining these clothes.

"Well, I must have spilled something and forgotten," I thought, and just brushed it off as nothing.

Then one day, in the middle of the night, I heard a rustling sound from my walk-in closet. I went to check it out and threw the door open.

In that moment, all the affection I'd built up for him instantly vanished.