As the day wore on, she cooked dinner and did all the house chores, even though she wasn't used to doing all this.She was waiting for him to come so they could eat their dinner.

When he arrives home, she asked him for dinner. Once he was refreshed, he takes his seat at the table. She serves him and eat her own meal. After dinner she wash the dishes and went to the living room to sleep.

He was seated on the couch, diligently focused on his laptop, his glasses perched on his nose. Her heart fluttered as she watched his engrossed in his work. She settled down beside him, maintaining some distance.

She gazed at him, an admiring smile gracing her lips, only to have it falter by his next words.

"Done staring at me?"he quipped, causing her to avert her gave, feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

"Did you press my clothes for the office?"he said, his eyes remained fixed on the laptop screen.

"No"she simply stated, her gaze fixed on his hands as his long, agile fingers typed rapidly and his veins popping out.

"Why are you looking at me? Go press my shirt"he commanded, his attention still absorbed by the glowing screen of his laptop.

She made her way to his bedroom, where she spotted his office shirt layed on the bed which he wore today. She picked it up, she was enveloped by the familiar scent of his cologne, a comforting aroma that made her feel instantly at ease.

She recall the incident from.their past when they were in cafeteria and sunddenly the water spilled on her by him. He apologized and gave his shirt to her to cover herself.

You claim that you love me, then why are you treating me this way?

I miss the way you talk to me. I miss how you send me flowers and repeatedly profess your love.

What's the reason for doing all this.

Did he want to take revenge because I propose him?

No..no it can't be a reason. Then what's the problem. I should ask him.

A tear escaped her eye, remembering the days she spent with him after coming back from Italy.

She takes his clothes from the wardrobe and presses them neatly. She hangs them in the cupboard and picked his worn shirt to take it to the laundry. Unknowingly, she smiles, feeling the scent of his shirt.

She went downstairs, and saw him holding his head still working. She made coffee for him and went to the living room, giving him a mug with a sweet smile she sat beside him.

He took a sip from the mug and placed it on the table. She snaped their mugs and smiled, but he didn't notice as he was still immersed in his work. She drank coffee from his mug like a teenage lover, who is happy to sip coffee from her lover's mug.

When he finished working, he went to his room. She sighed softly, washed the mugs and sat on the couch again.

He came downstairs from his room and sat beside her.

"Take this"he said,handing her a packet.

"What's this?" She asked, grabbing the packet from his hand.

"Birth control pills," he said, lounging on the couch.

"What?" She exclaimed lightly.

"Don't forget to take these" he said casually, picking up the TV remote from the table.

"But why? I'm your wife, Namjoon," she said, the pain evident in her voice.

"What do you think? I want a family with you" he chuckle sarcastically.

"Why are you doing this? What do you mean by revenge? What did I do to you?You said you love me" She asked, her voice rising.

"You didn't done anything. Your brother did a crime and I didn't love you. It was a lie to trap you." he said, moving closer to her.

"W-what he did?" She asked.

~some lies hurt forever.