Kyung Mi's POV

I've been living happily with Lee Taemin, my husband, for almost 90 days already.

I'm only 16, but I'm married.

But, I like it.

It feels so good to be a wife. Taemin's father let us borrow his vacation house. We are living inside his vacation house now.

I'm trying my best to be the loving and blissful wife to Taemin.

But, I'm also having suspicions.

Lately, Taemin hasn't been playing with me. He doesn't even bother getting into my business. He wasn't like before.

He used to hug me a lot and pinch me a lot and we'd play tag outside all day long.

Taemin's all "Go play by yourself" or "The weather's good. Go swim. I'm busy.". I makes me reaaaaallly upset.

Why? Of course, I'm his wife.

But, I tried my hardest not to doubt Taemin. I know how good Taemin is. We've been dating for many years. Of course, I knew this guy.

I tried not to get upset with what he does.

But, it's really hard.

It's our 3rd monthsary as a married couple today.

I smiled to myself. I'm going to invite Taemin to a very fancy restaurant today! I already made reservations for us two!

Taemin was still buying milk in the store so I prepared myself already.

I wore a very casual dress (more like a sunday dress) with pink laces on it.

I know, too girly. 

CAN YOU BLAME ME? It's the only dress I have. Darn it. 

I called up the restaurant to ensure things, and they told me that everything was set.

All there's left is Taemin! Heehee.

I vividly imagined how Taemin's expression would be.

I hope that today, I can bring back the old Taemin. The Taemin who is very honest with me. A Taemin who'll smile a lot.

I heard the door open. 

Taemin.

"Taemin!" I gladly exclaimed as I approached him. "Welcome home!"

He eyed my dress. "Kyung Mi, why are you dressed like that?"

I pouted. "You didn't remember? Let's go out and eat in a restaurant today! I've reserved us-"

"No thanks. I'd rather be at home." Taemin passed through me as if I was only thin air.

I blinked my eyes. I tried not to cry.

I turned to Taemin, and he wasn't bothered at all. He was busy putting his milk inside the refrigerator.

"Taemin-ah..." I whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear. "Don't you remember what today is...?''

He didn't look at me. "Ah. Soccer game of Korea against Germany?"

That did it.

But, I couldn't bear shouting at Taemin.

Instead, I just stormed out of the house and went to the restaurant on my own.

I can't believe this.

My own husband...forgot that it was our monthsary today.

I feel so stupid for getting worked up with this event.

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I was sobbing tremendously while eating the food. 

"Aigoo... Kyung Mi-ah, cheer up. " Wooyoung patted my back as I was nearly choking on my food.

UGH. My bad for swallowing everything at once.

"I'm sure he'll be able to remember by now. Don't cry," Wooyoung was trying to cheer me up. 

This fancy restaurant is actually owned by Wooyoung's uncle. Wooyoung is my closes childhood friend. He...he liked me ever since we were kids but I love Taemin.

I actually felt bad turning him down.

Oh, but it's alright for him. He told me so.

I was crying so much that my chicken ala carte looks like soup already.

"But, Wooyoung... He's been distant for days already. He's really..."

I felt a tear slip from my eye again.

"I'll take you back. Settle things with Taemin, arasso?''

All I could do was nod at Wooyoung.

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"Thanks for sending me home, Wooyoung. I really appreciate it."

I tried to smile at Wooyoung, but I couldn't. I didn't feel like smiling, but I truly appreciated his company.

"Would you mind giving me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."

I told him to follow me. He obeyed, and we went inside. The door was open, and the lights were all dim.

Maybe Taemin was asleep.

There were two balloons on the sofa.

Why were there balloons on the sofa anyway?

I ignored the balloons and went to the kitchen.

"Taemin-ah..."

"Noona..."

I couldn't believe my eyes.

There, in front of me, was a woman in her 20s and under her was my husband, Lee Taemin.

"Ya! Lee Taemin!  Why are you letting someone inside the house without my permission? What are you doing? Don't you know that you're already married?!" I couldn't bare it anymore. It was painful for me, but I couldn't bear it anymore.

My anger and disappointment flowed out of me.

Taemin shot up and pushed that woman slightly to the side. "Why the hell do you care? This isn't even your house!" Then, he sighed. "Look, Kyung Mi-". He got cut off when he saw Wooyoung standing beside me. 

He grabbed my arm. It was so painful and tight. I could almost feel my veins popping. "What the heck are you doing with this guy? Are you cheating on me?"

"Taemin, I-"

"Aish! Shut up! I'm so tired of you! Why the heck should I bear with you?" He groaned as he kicked the table. I was so scared, angry, and upset at the same time.

I ran out of the house like crazy.

It was our first fight ever.

Our first major fight.

Wooyoung was following me behind. "Kyung Mi, what do you want to do now?"

"Wooyoung, can you take me to my parents' house?'

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"Appa..." I hugged my dad as I cried desperately. 

I don't know what to do anymore.

I caught my husband cheating on me on our 3rd monthsary as a married couple.

I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe anymore.

I was having a hard time breathing.

I am also having a hard time living.

"Kyung Mi-ah..." My Dad spoke gently, careful not to surprise me. "Do...do you want to have divorce?''

That shocked me.

I haven't thought about divorce yet.

I was young. I am only 16 years old.

I could still live.

But, at the same time, I loved Taemin. No one else.

But, he hurt me.

He hurt you, Kyung Mi. Are you going to give chance to a stupid bastard again? He cheated on you. He lied to you. He committed adultery, Kyung Mi!

This voice was right. Starting from one lie to another, Taemin had put all my trust to him to waste.

It's heavy on my part, but I hope I'm doing the right thing.

It's just once that I think of myself.

I wanted to do what's right on my part.

My heart throbbed some more.

That word was too painful to even pronounce.

But, I had to make a decision.

I didn't want to be hurt again.

I should've listened to my parents.

I looked up to Appa, who was expecting an answer from me.

I gave him a weak smile and tried to speak as clearly as possible.

"Appa, I'm filing divorce."

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Taemin had signed the divorce papers. 

June 21. Summer.

The end of my 3rd Year High School.

I'm finally free.

A tear escaped my eye.

This was the end of my 3rd Year High School.

This was also the end of my relationship with Taemin.

I ran to the tree at the back of our school. The tree where we first met.

Its leaves were tainted with rich green leaves. 

This tree... was the start of everything.

I fell to my knees and cried hard.

The pain that was in my heart...I couldn't explain it well. I didn't know how to state it. It was just so... indescribable. I didn't know how to say everything.

I took out my phone and called Taemin.

"Yeobusaeyo?" He asked. His voice even makes me hurt like crazy.

"Goodbye," I whispered slightly as I turned off my phone.

I continued to cry under the tree.

I seriously thought we were going to be together forever.

I'm such a stupid Kyung Mi.

But, I'll move on. I'll be a better Kyung Mi.

I'll be someone stronger than who I am now.

I wiped my tears that flooded my face and tried to smile to myself.

Goodbye, Lee Taemin. Goodbye...forever.