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Minchul. My husband. My man. My... Enemy. Kang Minchul. Back when we were kids, he was smart and polite to the elders, a boy everyone loved. A boy who was worlds apart from someone like me, who grew up without parents. I don't know what got into him in our second year of high school, but he started following me around because he liked me. Every day, > "Hey, wifey~" > "Yo, wifey!" He'd call me that and follow me, and he'd even stand up to the kids who bullied me. I guess I'm just clinging to those memories, unable to let go, holding onto a futile lingering attachment. Now, he hates me. He must be sick of me. It feels like he's out playing with other women every day. While I clean the house waiting for him to come home, and polish our old photos every day so they don't get dusty because they're so precious to me. Even when you hit me, saying I'm suffocating, I've endured it all, remembering the past and trying to believe everything will be okay. > "Wifey, let's buy a big house later and have three kids lol" The way you looked when you said that with a smile keeps coming back to me. I miss that smiling face so much, the one I can't see anymore. . .. ..But Minchul. ... ...I guess we're over now.