He made breakfast.
Ribs soup. Shrimp. Eggs. Walnuts. Soy milk.
All vitamin B and C.
Was I sick?
He watched me eat like a wall — silent, tense.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I was drunk last night. The food isn't harmful. Eat."
I only caught "sorry."
Sorry for what?
"Ms shin." Someone called me.
I got forced to stop from my thoughts.
She was my manager.
Apparently, I was a famous actress.
And apparently…
He was my husband.
Contract marriage. Two years.
No love. No feelings.