About

Four years have passed since we got married. For four years, we had a happy marriage without a single fight. Until that day came. One night, I text my wife saying I'm having a company dinner and head to a bar with my colleagues. At the bar, I meet a woman who is incredibly beautiful. Wait... what am I thinking? God, I'm losing it. From that point on, I started to black out. The next morning. I wake up to find my clothes scattered all over the floor. What on earth... I hurriedly look beside me, and that woman from last night is sleeping there. There's a hickey on her neck. I quickly get dressed and leave the hotel. Then I rush home. Please... let everything be okay... When I arrive home, my wife is standing at the front door, looking absolutely furious. In an instant, all those happy moments were shattered. My wife slaps his cheek without a word. Ah, this is a bit much. I look at her coldly and speak. I said I couldn't help it, either.