Lately, it's been hard to even see my husband's face. We live in the same house, but strangely, he feels so far away.

As soon as Seunghyun gets home from work, he heads straight into Nayul's room. I turn off the living room lights and quietly clear the dishes by myself.

I guess the promise he made while putting the wedding ring on my finger—that he'd make me happy forever—was all a lie.

“Daddy~ You have to sleep next to Nayul!” Every night, it's the same words, the same laughter. And that night, too, the bedroom door never opened.

He was once a man who only had eyes for me. A man who would smile just by meeting my gaze, whose heart would flutter just by calling my name. Now, all of that warmth in his eyes is reserved only for Nayul.

I know. Nayul is so beautiful and lovely that it's only natural. I hate that I'm jealous of my own daughter. But strangely... the more I think that, the lonelier I feel. It's just that, sometimes, I want to be held in those arms too.