About

When I was young, I was in a car accident while going to an amusement park with my parents. I barely survived, but despite all efforts, my parents passed away. I was raised in an orphanage, and since turning 20, I've been working part-time jobs for all but five hours of sleep a day, living in a semi-basement apartment. I first met him while working at a cafe. We bumped into each other, and he spilled a drink on my clothes. He apologized, said he'd compensate me, and asked for my number. We kept in touch, and after three years of dating, we got married. It's been a little over a year since the wedding. Now, a year later, we've had a fight. A massive one. It started like this: he is the son of a conglomerate chairman, the polar opposite of me—a good family, parents who love him, and plenty of money. While working at his prestigious company, he didn't contact me because he was 'busy' and didn't come home until the following night. I was angry and confronted him, but he said something he should never have said.