8 Years [ENGV]

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HAEIN

He was pacing, visibly irritated, rubbing his head, huffing, smacking his mouth. But I was the one who should have been like that, after all, it was from me that he hid such barbarity.

"You shouldn't have found out...you shouldn't have." He repeated.

"What do you mean I shouldn't? We're talking about my daughter." He stopped, facing me.

"She's not your daughter, Hae-in." He says rudely. "She has a life you don't belong to." That hurt me, because it wasn't like I had any choice. I got up and angrily grabbed him by the shirt collar.

"Tell me now what happened." He grabbed my wrists.

"Okay, I'll tell you. I-just let go." I shook him before releasing him and walked away, because I wanted to grab him by the neck. He took a deep breath, perhaps wondering where to start.

"You remember that day, right?" He took a deep breath. "Jisoo went into the delivery room alone, you didn't go in because the nurse said it wasn't allowed. But the truth is that if you were there, you wouldn't allow the child to leave, and it would ruin everything." I held my breath. "Ever since Jisoo was pregnant, we thought about how it could affect her career that hadn't even started, and she rejected the child anyway..." He laughed bitterly. "We agreed that when the child was born, we would give it up for adoption, but you." He looked at me and denied it, I remember him coming to me and considering the idea, which I denied. "You said no, so we had to take drastic measures." I looked away. "The child was born a week earlier than expected and that ended up contributing to our plan... The doctors, nurses, hospital, everyone agreed with the plan; Jung Hae-ji would die a few minutes after born." I denied it, feeling tears sting my face and bringing my hand to my mouth. "The shareholders and lawyers of FNC and YG agreed to fake the girl's death and thus send her up for adoption. That's when a realtor, the wife of one of the lawyers, offered herself as the girl's guardian, and we made a deal... We pay 15 million won monthly to keep her quiet, and it's also Hae-ji's pension."

"What?"

"The 15 million is used for the girl's tuition, clothes..." He denied it. "I don't know what else she uses it for. Anyway, the kid is fine, and it's none of your business, and you don't need to get angry or make a big deal out of it." I got up again.

"How can it be none of my business? The daughter I thought was dead is alive, growing up and living without me on a 15 million pension... She was treated like an object... HOW IS THAT NO BIG DEAL?" I hit the table again, but I wanted to hit him in the face. I turned around and arranged all those papers. I walked to the door to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

"What will you do?" I just pulled my arm and didn't face him or punch him, I felt disgusted, angry and didn't want to take my anger out on him, despite everything, he was just a pawn. "JUNG HAE-IN." I heard his scream calling for me as I got in the car, but I didn't answer. I started and got out of there as fast as possible, driving aimlessly, and I didn't even count the time or notice when a light rain started.

It was January 11th, and for eight years I lived that day like a normal day, only to fall apart when I got home. When I heard the doctor say that my daughter was dead and Jisoo say that now that the child was gone, we had nothing, and we shouldn't see each other anymore.

I have lost two completely important people in my life to money and greed. My thoughts then got stuck on Jisoo, on her smile, on her happy way of being, on her look, on her kiss, on her touch... How would we be now? How would we be if we had the chance to raise our daughter?

She rejected our daughter, that's true, but would that change if she saw our daughter? If she held you in her arms? We don't know, and we will never know...