Even when I was hit on the head with a shoe by my sister-in-law. Even when I was insulted by my mother-in-law as her outlet. I smiled and catered to their whims like a fool with no pride. Because I was your contract wife for 300,000 won a month. But the moment my mother’s urn shattered before my eyes. My shattered life screamed at me to hate you. “I’m sorry, senior. This is the end.” “Why does your ‘end’ sound like you’re saying you’ll never see me again?” The husband regretted. “I want to stop now.” “I didn’t consider your feelings. It’s my fault, my mistake.” The husband begged for forgiveness. “Since marrying you, I’ve never been happy.” “…” “So please help me leave you.” I gave up being your wife. Even if it’s hypocrisy, even if it’s a contradiction. For me, for you, for us.