Min Young's POV 

 

I remembered those happy childhood days, unforgotten, treasured and stored in my memory forever. 

 

Those days when nothing mattered but us. 

 

Now I succumb to my misery. I was a fool to let my imagination fool me. 

 

How could he do this to me? 

 

Me. 

 

His best friend, his wife! 

 

I bit my lips to keep myself from whimpering in pain from the scene in front of me. 

 

Seohyun and Kyuhyun lay sleeping together in bed, my bed, entwined under the sheets. 

 

The tears fell from my eyes relentlessly, refusing to stop. I closed the door and ran to the kitchen. 

 

I've had enough of this. I've put up with this stupid thing for a year. 

 

This has to stop. 

 

I've been keeping my mouth shut. Hoping something would change between us. I've been enduring my pain for a year, enduring all those times of agonising pain that coursed through my body when I saw them together. I've held my Tongue, but frankly, I think its enough. I was stupid not to say a word to what they were doing. 

 

I'm stupid.

 

I'm a foolish .

 

And why did I not say a word to this scheme?

 

Because I didn't want to start a fight between me and Kyuhyun. I decided to tolerate his actions, thinking that it would be over soon. 

 

How wrong I was. 

 

I walked into his study, remembering those happy moments we had in here. He loved to write his songs in here, so we had a White grand piano installed in here, engraved on the side was Kyu Hyun & Min Young. While he wrote and composed, I sat by the fireplace sewing, or reading a book or something. He would sing me his compositions and sometimes compose a small duet with me. 

 

Flashback

 

"Honey..." Kyuhyun called from where he was seated in front of the piano. I looked up from my book to look at him. He beckoned me over, waving a sheet of paper. 

 

"What is it?" I smiled, eyeing the sheet of paper with excitement. 

 

"I'm done with the composition!" he shouted, running over and twirling me around in his arms. Laughing, I gave him a kiss and scanned his composition. 

 

"Let's sing it." he said and brought me over to the piano. 

 

End of Flashback 

 

I ran my fingers along the velvet covering of the piano. Sighing, while tears poured down my cheeks, I the keys, finding no comfort in the music that soared from it. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor. I turned and picked it up. 

 

At that moment I knew that everything between us was gone. 

 

His love was never meant for me.

 

I looked down at the piece of paper in my hands. 

 

A divorce settlement. 

 

My divorce settlement. 

 

I broke down crying, unable to pick up the pieces of my broken heart, unable to will myself to move and go on with life. 

 

I can't do this. 

 

I can't take this.