The man, who had been sitting bolt upright, suddenly buried his face in his hands, his body folding in on itself as if seized by a sudden, sharp pain. He leaned forward, gripping the sides of the narrow table, his knuckles turning white.
“Whenever I think of your ex-husband, I feel nauseous,” Seo Tae-joon said, drawing a sharp line between his current self and the man he was before, as if they were two entirely different people.
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