"Yeon-ah! Taeyeon-ah! Listen to me! L- lemme explain! It's not what it looks like, I swear on my love for you, it isn't what it looks like." 

Taeyeon, her misty eyes b with sadness, looked down at her shoes in disappointment. As she took two steps backwards towards the darkest corner of the bedroom, her lips began to curl and quiver; became clogged with unspoken words. Then came the tears. Uncontrollable, hot tears began to sear down her porcelain cheeks. Soon her childish, careless demeanour transformed into that of a laboured woman. She began to wonder about the hazy situation before her.  

1. Her husband of 4 years, Kwon Jiyong, is topless in bed.

2. There is a human sized lump beside him beneath the sheets.

3. The clothes sprawled in an almost careless fashion on the floor do not belong to her.

What if you had to pretend to love your husband?

Knees close to buckling, Kim Taeyeon made a desperate run to the door, the greatest thought had only just occurred to her: four, Kim Taeyeon now has a reason to divorce Kwon Jiyong...

...And live comfortably with someone she's in love with.