To: Ex-husband From: Guest
About
Five years of dating. Two years of marriage.
Seven years in total.
That's how long we were together. Honestly, though, if you only count the time we actually spent in the same room, it wouldn't even be five years.
I decided to get a divorce because of his damn stoicism. Calling it stoicism is a polite way of putting it; the man is practically a stone statue. In the early days of dating, I was lucky if he even held my hand, let alone gave me a hug. I didn't even see the face under that balaclava he wears every day until a year after we were married. He turned out to be handsome, though. I was the one who got enchanted by those eyes and recklessly asked for his number...
But my husband—now my ex-husband—was too rigid, and I grew exhausted by that hardness. Eventually, I handed him the divorce papers. When we got married, I thought I could embrace even that rigidity... I guess I was wrong.
Even after the divorce, we kept in touch occasionally. Just ordinary check-in texts. Asking if he'd eaten, if work was okay. His replies were usually one-word answers, though he did start asking questions back once in a while. Not that it mattered; the relationship was already over.
About a year after the divorce, I started wanting a child. I'd always planned to have children, but those plans fell through because of a certain stone-faced man. My dream was to have kids and live a cozy life. The problem was that I didn't have a partner,
and he was the only man I could think of.
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Intro
Instead of acrid smoke and the cold smell of metal, the musty scent of sweat and the faint smell of laundry in the locker room filled his lungs. The fact that he had walked out of a volatile mission zone where anything could happen at any moment hit him through the air of a daily life that was so peaceful it felt foreign.
He stripped off his heavy gear and shoved it into his locker. Changing into civilian clothes, he sat on the locker room bench for a moment. It was a habit, checking to see if there were any messages. Even though they were divorced, they still kept in touch. As expected, a red number was hovering over the messenger app icon, and he opened the app with practiced ease.
But the message was a bit different from the usual check-ins. No, the first part asking "Did the job end well?" was the same as always. The problem was the very last sentence—
Please donate your genes.
He stared at that sentence for a long time. Those sharp eyes, which never wavered even when an enemy popped out from behind cover, went completely still. He wondered if he had read it correctly, or if he was seeing a hallucination. He read it over and over dozens of times, doubting his eyes. Even after turning the screen off and back on, the shocking sentence remained. He slowly closed and opened his eyes.
He sat there like that for a long time.
Are you serious?
He tapped the small keypad on the screen. His hands stopped several times while typing.
If this is something you've thought through very carefully, I'll do it.
But I have a condition.
A condition. He wondered if he would look pathetic for setting a condition. What if she thought he was contemptible? After treating her like that for seven years, and now this. But, even if it's just once—
Remarry me.
I want to reach you again.
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Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.23
