“Mother, please, don’t do this. I was wrong.” “How could you do such a thing if you aren't crazy!” As his mother’s voice rose, bright red handprints began to cover his wife's partially exposed back. He didn't love her, but he couldn't leave her to suffer under his mother's cruel persecution. “Pack your things. We’re leaving right now.” He took his wife and left the house. From that day on, a cohabitation between a couple who had been nothing more than strangers began. There was only about a month left until their marriage contract expired. Time was ticking steadily toward their divorce, but... When did it start? The time of the married couple began to veer toward the opposite direction of divorce. From the beginning, the end of this marriage was meant to be divorce. He knows it. He knows, but... As the divorce approaches, he cannot let his wife go.