I waited for the site to load.

'Hi, SeoKyu!', it read at the right top of the page.

SeoKyu.

That's a name I haven't heard of for awhile.

I don't know why, but all of a sudden when I came back from work one day, I felt the urge to log on to the combined email address me and my husband of eight years had made before we were even married.

As to what the reason was...I'm still not so sure.

Was it because of the sudden realiazation back at the orphanage that I was still in-love with Kyuhyun even until now?

That I suddenly realized that he was my 'prince'?

And that...I've lost him?

Or is it not that?

Maybe it's because of the opposite.

Maybe it's because of Yoon-seonsaeng's confession.

And maybe it's because he said something that made me ponder about.

Maybe the love you had with him just wasn't meant to last forever.

Yoon-seonsaeng's words spoke of nothing but the cold truth that I thought I already accepted long ago.

That I thought I already learned to live with.

But...I guess not.

I snapped out of it when I spotted an unread message in the inbox.

Surely, people must've already known that we're not married anymore, right?

I mean, news like that must've gone around the place quick like a forest-fire already.

How can people be so misinformed?

Whatever.

I'll just go check it.

I clicked on 'open' and read the message.

I was surprised to see the name of the messenger.

Kim Mina was a name I hadn't heard for years.

She was the Student Body President of the highschool Kyuhyun and I attended.

We were friends, but then we lost contact when she had to move to America for a scholarship.

Seohyunnie, annyeong!

Do you remember me? It's Kim Mina, from highschool.

I haven't seen you and Kyuhyun for ages!

I ran into Soori at the airport in Seoul on my way back from Los Angeles.

I didn't know she became the wife of a wealthy lawyer!

I saw her with her baby son who was just too cute! ^_^

It didn't surprise me though when she said you and Kyuhyun got married already, just happy for you guys. :)

She was the one who gave me your email address too.

Anyway, I'm organizing a highschool reunion and I'd be super happy if you guys could come!

Here's The poster below:

I scrolled down and opened an image file attached to the email.

"Seoul Highschool Batch '02 Reunion"

I absent-mindedly read it out loud.

We were invited to our highschool reunion...as a couple.

I sighed frustrated at this thought.

How am I supposed to tell Mina (and everybody else) that we're not married anymore?

That we're divorced?

It would definitely make things awkward.

Just the thought of everyone taking pity on me and putting their hatred on Kyuhyun made me feel light-headed.

Because, of course, it's all my fault.

I should be the one taking the blame.

I didn't realize until after the divorce that he actually did what he did to protect me from others' scrutiny.

Asking for divorce first...the lot.

That fact bothers me.

I almost jumped out of my seat.

My cellphone suddenly rang.

Who could be calling me in the middle of the night?

Whoever it is must be a really rude person, I decided.

I picked my phone up.

An unknown number.

I shrugged, hesitantly picking it up.

"Yeoboseyo~?" I said, half-annoyed.

"Hyun~!"

I held my breath.

I knew in an instant that it was Kyuhyun.

A drunk Kyuhyun.

His voice was harsh but sweet.

He always calls me 'Hyun' when he's drunk.

I sighed frustratedly and closed my eyes, both worried and annoyed.

"Kyuhyun, are you drunk?" I asked like I didn't already know.

"Hyun...Yeobo*..." he muttered indistinctly.

My heart skipped a beat.

The way he called me 'yeobo' melted me away, even though I knew he probably just did so out of old habit.

"Kyuhyun, where are you?" I asked slowly, getting more worried at the thought he's somewhere out there, making a bigger fool of himself.

"Me?" he repeated.

"I'm at..." he trailed off.

"Where am I?" he asked the question to himself.

I freaked.

"Where are you?" I asked again, emphasizing each word more.

"Oh yeah.

I'm at our house," he muttered.

I sighed, relieved.

Wait a sec...

Our house?

"What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm right outside our house," he replied again.

"You don't mean...?" I trailed off.

"Can you open the door for me?" he mumbled.

I sighed.

He's right outside our old house, the one next to the Han River.

I had to get going.

He's probably going delusional again, thinking nothing of the last two years.

"I'm on my way," I muttered.

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I walked slowly towards our old home.

I parked my car on the kerb and wanted to walk the rest of the way.

The cold wind made me shiver.

Kyuhyun got himself drunk.

But why?

He's not much of an alcoholic.

Knowing this, I decided, that something might've happened.

I stopped on my tracks when I spotted the silhouette of a man, leaning aganst the tree, obviously wasted.

I sighed softly.

I walked towards him, step by step.

He suddenly bursted up and turned towards my direction.

He probably heard my high heels hit the ground so loudly on a quiet evening.

He looked at me with innocent eyes, relaxed.

I stopped when I was right in front of him.

He got up.

"Seohyun, what are you doing here?" he asked.

He seemed okay now.

It sounded like he was sober already.

I laughed under my breath.

"You called me, remember?

You told me that you were outside our house and to open the door for you.

So I came," I said.

He grunted as he placed his forehead on his palm.

"Uhm, yeah, I remember now.

Sorry," he mumbled, trying to sound okay.

"Headache?" I asked.

He nodded.

I bobbed down next to him and held his arms in support.

"Come on, let's get you sobered up," I said.

I was trying to help him up, but he suddenly caught my wrist.

"Seohyunnie~" he began, looking at me right in the eyes.

"I...I'm sorry," he said.

I didn't say anything.

"I couldn't protect either of you and..."

He's trailed off again.

I waited as he for him to find his words again.

"I'm not fit enough to be a parent or a husband.

I did this to you.

It's all my fault," his voiced was faint.

I could feel tears buliding up under my eyes.

What the heck?

I laughed self-mockingly.

"Your fault?

Is that what you think?" I fumed.

"Why do you always think that-----"

He unceremoniously rested his head on my shoulder.

He fell asleep, I guessed.

I stayed completely still.

I laughed quietly when I realised that my ex-husband was drunk and sleeping on my shoulder at the side of the road in front of our old house.

"You know what?

You're such a jerk," I said.

"Hm? Why's that?" he mumbled unexpectedly.

Because I don't think I'll ever get over you at this rate.

"Just rest for awhile," I said as I his hair.

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*yeobo - means 'honey' for married couples.

(A/N) I am deeply sorry for not updating for ages~!

I was reading this book called 'The Other Countess' and got hooked, so whenever I tried to write the next chapter, I ended up staring blankly at the screen, but now that I finished it, I'm okay again.