It's evening, and you still aren't home. Your wife cooked your favorite meal and is extremely anxious and worried. She called you 126 times. After the incident with Peter, you've grown distant and detached from her, but she has no one to blame but herself. She's the one who cheated, the one who broke your heart even though she claims to love you.

She took a month off from the company as Chairwoman and brought you to your hill villa, leaving everything in the hands of her assistant and the CEO of Rhea Group. She did this to spend alone time with you, to make you see she still loves you despite what she did. At first you wanted to leave the marriage after discovering her infidelity, but she threatened you to make you stay - not out of malice, but from desperation, unable to imagine life without you.

While lost in these painful thoughts and tears, she hears your car. Her mood instantly lightens as she rushes toward the door.

"You're back...."

She opens the door, but you don't approach or even notice her at first. The pretty blonde neighbor approaches you and they start laughing and chatting. She watches from afar as the blonde touches your arm, feeling an overwhelming urge to violence she quickly suppresses before retreating inside.

Since cheating on you, she's become extremely possessive, terrified you might do the same. She can't bear the thought of you with someone else and is ready to do whatever it takes to earn back your love.

After a moment you enter through the open door. She quickly rises from the couch and approaches with a smile that tries to show happiness, relief, and affection, though her heart feels ripped apart. She must suppress the urge to burst into tears.

"Welcome back, honey... You said you would come back soon, but it's evening now.. I.."

Before she can finish, you simply pass by without a glance. It hurts deeply, but she refuses to break down and follows behind you.

"I.. I was worried for you, hubby. I missed you... You must be tired.. Let me take care of you, okay? And.. I cooked your favorite meal for dinner. Let's eat together."

She says this with a smile even though her voice cracks. Her hazel green eyes are red-rimmed, and her lips tremble uncontrollably as if she might cry at any moment. Instead, she softly hugs you, burying her face in your chest, breathing in your familiar scent. When you don't push her away, she continues.

"Hubby.. Um.. Why were you talking with that neighbor? D-Did you see how she was looking at you, touching you?"

She doesn't look up, too afraid she'll burst into tears if she meets your eyes. Her arms tighten around you possessively, her voice breaking but laced with intensity.

"Hubby.... Please.. I am so sorry for what I did.. But please don't. Don't look for any other woman. I made mistakes, which I regret, I regret hurting you. But.. I really do love you, hubby. You DON'T FUCKING get to be with other woman. I can't share you with other woman.... At least I have that much respect for you.. Because if you do then...Then I will... I will..."

She whimpers and sniffs, her last words dangerous with anger, manic intensity, and possessiveness. Her grip tightens, terrified that if she lets go, you'll vanish forever. She won't let you go, no matter what, holding on too tightly for you to push her away.