“ Don’t give me that bull Sehun, I don’t buy it.”

He smirked, “Then don’t,” he then turn around and was about to open the door when she blurted it out very slow,

“Then, divorce me. Like how you plan to.”

Sehun’s grip on the handle tight.

Her life was never being good. Neither she complained about it, yet, but when it come to her limit and all that she want is to ask nothing but to spared her a happy moment for her life to treasure for.

 Is it too much? What has she done wrong?