He was mad. If Jaejoong was angry the day she proposed them getting a divorce, now he was beyond that. How could she take his sincere words lightly just like that? It made him feel as if the trust he had in her wasn’t as strong as she had for him. It drove him frustrated to the point of tears. Jaejoong was slowly losing his wife and anything he said, she wouldn’t listen. Soo Yun would rather fall down than grab onto his outstretched hand.

                “Hyung, I don’t think you can sign that with your tears,” Yoochun said as he peaked over Jaejoong’s shoulder.

                Jaejoong straightened up in his chair and elbowed Yoochun away, slyly wiping his eyes and sniffing. “What?” he looked down and saw that the paper had a wet stain right on the space provided for his signature. Jaejoong had unknowingly cried in his office, a place he didn’t even remember going to. Work couldn’t even be a distraction anymore.

                “You okay?” Yoochun slowly asked as he stared at Jaejoong’s mentally exhausted face.

                Jaejoong closed the file with the stained paper and handed it to Yoochun. “Get another copy,” was all he said.

                Yoochun quietly accepted the file and went to the door before stopping in his tracks and turning around. “You know, hyung, if words don’t convince sister-in-law, maybe it’s time you take some actions.” He pressed his lips together nervously as if he spoke about a forbidden topic, which it practically was. “Just a suggestion,” Yoochun quickly added and left the office. Jaejoong closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. In this battle, he had lost too much strength already just thinking about it.

                His phone buzzed on the desk and he casually grabbed it to read the text. “You will be here tonight, right?” Jaejoong glowered at his phone, making a mental note to block the other woman’s number soon. He threw his phone on a nearby couch and slammed his head onto his desk. He had dreaded this day. He didn’t want to be with the other woman; he wanted to take every moment he had and spend it with Soo Yun. Spend it fighting for her.

                Jaejoong sighed and unwilling got off his chair, seeing that the sun was setting very soon. He annoyingly shoved his arms into his jacket when his phone chimed once more. Picking it up, he read the words: “Comfort her.” It was from his wife. And it was a command.

                He gripped the phone and shoved it in his pocket, storming out of the building. Jaejoong hated to say it, but he felt damn whipped by his wife. So whipped that unknowingly, his body had obeyed and drove him to the other woman’s house. It wasn’t too late to drive off and acted like he never came here, but a part of him felt bad for the way he had recently treated her. The majority of his guilt may have went to Soo Yun, but there was a tiny little piece that went to the other woman as well, for involving her in this. Or more likely, letting her get involved.

                Gathering all his concealed guilt for the woman, he got out of his car and rang the other woman’s doorbell. He had thrown his copy of her key away long ago.

                In an instant, the door swung open and she appeared, relieved that he came. She nervously invited him in and set a cup of tea in front of him as he sat down.

                “How are you?” he said, not very sure if that was the question he needed to ask.

                She shrugged and sniffed, “Still getting used to the things that just happened.”

                He nodded and took a sip of his tea. She quietly sat across from him with her own cup in hand. The silence was thick with awkwardness and Jaejoong didn’t make a move to lessen it.

                The other woman cleared and attempted a smile. “It feels like I have to tell Soo Yun ssi that you’re really here.”