"What will going into that office do? It's Jyeons shrine to my past, not mine. I should tell him to empty it and give it to someone else." I point out, shrugging with one shoulder and glancing up to check out Jyeon. It's like a nervous tick to see if he's being enticed and pawed by some beautiful home wrecker and then curse myself for doing it. I take a deep breath, count to ten, and remind myself this is an unhealthy and destructive response, and my husband is looking at no one for love except me. If I tell myself that every time I feel this way, eventually, it...