Changmin decides there is only way to handle the situation.

He gestures to his secretary to take a picture of the sunrise. He doesn’t stop putting on his cufflinks. Someone hands him his jacket. He slides it on and hands reach up to smooth his suit, straighten his tie, and tousle his hair. He thanks the assistants for the help before turning.

He dictates an email, phone call, and memo to his secretary. The noise increases as he walks down the hall. He pauses at his bedroom door. Breathes in, pushes. His poker face in place.

“We’re getting a divorce.”