MOMO

I watched her through the mirror as we both prepared for church. Like always, Dahyun was calm, collected, and deep in thought as she changed into the clothes I picked out for her. She seemed to be on autopilot. Truthfully, I think she had been on autopilot for a long time.

"I love you, Dahyun." I smiled at her, causing her to stop and look at me oddly.

She walked over and kissed my cheek. "Me, too."

On the outside I kept a smile plastered on my face even though I felt like screaming. She didn't say it back. She used to say, "I love you more." But that seemed like ages ago. Part of it was my fault—my habit. However, she was to blame as well. She stopped talking to me. She stopped making me part of her life. I just stood on the sidelines now, waiting for whenever she was drunk enough to want to have sex.

I brushed my hair and stared at myself, taking a deep breath before standing up.

"Are you ready?" she asked, trying to tie her tie. Even with my heels, I had to stand on my tiptoes to help her.

"Yeah." I smiled for her again. I always smiled for her.

Nodding, she took my hand and led me out. With each passing moment, it became clearer and clearer what I needed, and it was Mina's help.

DAHYUN

I was going to hell. The moment I saw Mina step outside, I knew I was going to hell. I was breaking so many sins at once, and on a Sunday no less. One, I lusted after my cousin's wife. Two, I was jealous of the type of relationship they had. And three, my sweet wife was standing right beside me all the while, unaware.

I cared for Momo deeply. Looking at her, I couldn't help feeling like a complete ass. She was so loyal and beautiful. However, she wasn't the same full-of-life Momo I remembered. She was so strong when I first met her, she would laugh so hard she would cry. Now . . . now I didn't know what had fucking happened. Maybe she was scared of me. Maybe she had seen too many bloody shirts. Either way, she stopped being my Momo a long time ago. Now I looked at Mina, wishing to God I could have one night, and it made me hate myself.

Chaeyoung was only now starting to understand how lucky she was. Mina was passionate. She enjoyed the job. She fucking wanted to be more involved in the job. Chaeyoung didn't understand. Every time Jeongyeon and I tried to confess to Momo or Nayeon our sins, they would look at us as if we were monsters. We were monsters. We knew that. But our wives shouldn't think of us that way. Mina was the opposite. During the wedding, she had congratulated Jeongyeon for passing her test.

She watched her put a bullet in a motherfucking Russian's head from a helicopter and came over to say good job, and meant it.

"Dahyun?"

Smiling, I took Momo's hand, walking her to the car door before opening it for her. She looked at me oddly but I kissed her cheek. She smiled back like always as we took our seats. She held my hand as I looked out the window.

I wasn't going to cheat on Momo. I would never cheat on Momo . . . physically. In my mind, I already had. This morning in the shower as I stroked myself, I already had. All I thought about was Mina's wet—

"Dahyun!" Momo giggled, looking down at my erection in my pants.

"Fucking shit." I tried to adjust myself.

She stopped me and began to unzip me, but I grabbed her wrist.

"You don't—"

"I want to," she said, pulling me out of my pants. I jerked in her hands.

"Momo—"

"Shh, baby," she whispered before taking me in her mouth.

Instinctively, my head went back, and I heard the driver change the music to something louder. I trusted Sal. He wouldn't dare speak a word.

I shivered when her tongue licked me. In my mind—because I was a fucking bastard—all I could see was Mina. In my mind, it was Mina kissing my cock, and it made me want to fuck her mouth. The moment Mina . . . Momo took me into her mouth I grabbed her head. She sucked faster and faster as I thrust my dick into her mouth. Her beautiful brown eyes looked up seeing me coated in lust. I fucked the shit out of her mouth, groaning madly until I came deeply at the back of throat.

When Mina released me, I grinned like an idiot, enjoying how she looked as she licked me clean.

"Better?" the voice of Momo asked, making me see clearly again.

I was going to hell. Damn it.

"Thank you, sweetheart." I kissed her forehead as I put my dick back in my pants. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Mina was not my wife. Momo was my wife, and Momo was great. Fuck me, I was going to hell.

Taking Momo's hand, I tried not to think. I tried really hard not to think of her. I was going to figure out something to make Momo and me better because she deserved better than this. I, as her wife, owed her better than this. I would be better than this.

I took her hand and kissed it.

"Ready?" I asked her. She nodded, stepping out of the car.

I would be better . . . for her.