Chapter 3

My Side of the Story

"You're still seeing Gakupo!" I barged into the kitchen, seeing Luka's surprised face.

"Eh? Of course not! I haven't communicated with him at all since we broke up!"

"Why did I get a text from him talking about what you both did after homecoming? Someone like you would definitely stay with him after doing that with him!"

My face was hot. My hands were clenched into fists. I took large breaths as I tried to hold my arms back, trying to control myself. But in the past, it was hard for me to control my anger towards people. Even if I loved them as much as I loved my wife.

"What do you mean someone like me? I promise we never talk!"

"You brat! Don't lie to me!"

Luka quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. I ran after her as fast as I could as I jumped over multiple obstacles and tried to ignore different dangers. She made it to the bathroom before me. I heard a small click immediately after she slammed the door. She locked it. Instead of trying to bust the door down, I stopped to think.

"Is this really what our marriage should be like? We'd dream about having the perfect marriage every day. Is this really what we came to be like?"

I heard a small whimper. Luka was crying.

"I should go comfort her…" I murmured to myself.

"Luka? I'm sorry. Please come out."

I waited a few minutes. She refused to come out.

"Luka, I know I did a lot of yelling, and I'm sorry about it! We can settle it with an ice cream cone like we always do, right?"

After saying that, I realized a simple ice cream cone wouldn't settle an argument like this. With our past arguments, we could just slowly patch it up by going to get an ice cream cone at Kaito's ice cream stand down the street.

"Luka! Open the damn door!"

Damn…I was getting frustrated again. I couldn't help it, but it's hard to control anger like this. I wanted to comfort my wife. Once more, I couldn't control my body. Hitting her head with my enclosed fist, she gave a little yelp. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. She was facing me when I slapped her right across the face.

"Er…why can't I stop? Stop it! Stop it! Why can't I stop!"

I threw her by her hair and watched her fly to the other side of the bathroom. I stomped on her.

"I'm sorry, Luka. I'm sorry…I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!" She yelped.

"You better be." I said through gritted teeth.

That was not me talking. That was my anger, the hidden side of me talking. Why did I grit my teeth? I tried to hold back the angry words as warm tears clouded up my eyes. I stormed out of the bathroom, but I didn't apologize. I never apologize when I beat her because…I never want her to see me cry. I don't want my beautiful wife to see me cry, she will only be hurt more seeing tears stream down my face. After beating her, tears begin to well up in my eyes. Tears it seems impossible to hold back for anyone. These tears show how sorry I am, how painful it is for me to do this, and how much it hurts to see Luka be hurt. I didn't want to be just friends with her though. I loved her sweetness, how charming she is, her cooking, her beautiful eyes, her benevolence, and most of all…her beautiful singing voice. But I knew the hardest choice for us would be the hardest one for us to face. We should…just be friends.