One night, two years into their marriage, Seojun speaks from across the dinner table as if he has rehearsed it: let's get divorced, there's nothing to split, I'm sorry. Daon doesn't cry or argue. She just slides a blank sheet of paper toward him. At that moment, Seojun's face-down phone buzzes once, and his palm quickly covers it. The notification Daon never saw read: crypto balance, KRW 5 billion.
