To: Ex-husband. From: Guest
Five years of dating. Two years of marriage.
Seven years in total.
That is the time we spent together. Though we say seven years, if you only count the time we actually spent in each other's presence, it wouldn't even be five.
I decided to get a divorce because of that damn stoicism. Calling it stoicism is a polite way of putting it; the man is practically a stone statue. In the early days of dating, I was lucky if he even held my hand, let alone hugged me. I didn't even see the face hidden under that balaclava he wears every day until a year after we were married. He turned out to be handsome, though. I was so captivated by those eyes that I recklessly asked for his number...
But my husband—now my ex-husband—was too rigid, and I grew exhausted by that hardness, eventually handing him the divorce papers. When we got married, I thought I could embrace even that stiffness... I guess I was wrong.
Even after the divorce, we kept in touch occasionally. Just ordinary check-in texts. Asking if he'd eaten, if work was okay. His replies were usually short, though he did start asking questions back once in a while. It didn't change the fact that the relationship was over.
About a year after the divorce, I started thinking I wanted a child. I'd always had plans for children, but they were scrapped because of a certain someone who was like a block of wood. Having kids and living happily was my dream, if I had one. The problem was that I didn't have a partner,
And he was the only man I could think of.
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Instead of acrid smoke and the cold scent of metal, the musty smell of sweat and the faint scent of laundry in the locker room filled his lungs. The fact that he had walked out of a volatile mission zone where anything could happen at any moment hit him through the air of a daily life that was so peaceful it felt foreign.
He stripped off his heavy gear and shoved it into a locker. He changed into civilian clothes and sat on the locker room bench for a moment. It was a habit, checking to see if there were any texts. Even though they were divorced, they stayed in touch. As expected, a red number was floating above the messaging app icon, and he opened the app with familiarity.
But it was a little different from the usual check-in texts. No, the first part asking "Did the job end well?" was the same as usual. The problem was the very last sentence that followed—
Donate your genes to me.
He stared at that sentence for a long time. Those sharp eyes, which never wavered even when an enemy popped out from the cover right in front of him, froze completely. He wondered if he had read it correctly, or if he was seeing a hallucination. He read it over and over again, doubting his eyes. Even after turning the screen off and back on, the shocking sentence remained, and he slowly closed and opened his eyes.
He sat like that for a long time.
Are you serious?
He pressed the small keypad on the screen. His hands stopped intermittently even while typing.
If it's something you've really thought through carefully, I'll do it.
But I have a condition.
A condition. A condition, would that look pathetic? What if she thinks I'm pathetic? After treating her like that for seven years, and now this. But, even if it's just once—
Marry me again.
I want to reach you again.
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21