His lethal love (21+) [Kth ff]

Chapter ~ 9

At Random Art Training Center...

Yvonne had brainstormed an array of creative names when she first established the training center, each one reflecting her vibrant personality and passion for art. Yet, after much contemplation, she ultimately settled on the name "Random." It encapsulated her spontaneous spirit and the eclectic atmosphere she wanted to foster within the center.

As time went on, Yvonne found herself drawn to Yn, perhaps feeling a sense of kinship with her after the painful betrayal of her husband. Their bond blossomed into a genuine friendship, with Yvonne treating Yn with warmth and understanding that she desperately needed. Under Yvonne’s supportive gaze, Yn began to find solace in her new life, the chaotic remnants of her past slowly fading into the background. Her life was mostly peaceful and smooth after that divorce.

Despite the peace that enveloped her, there were still moments when her chest ached with bittersweet memories of Taehyung and their married life. She would catch herself lost in thought, reminiscing about the love that had once burned so brightly in her, now dulled by betrayal. Yet, whenever she immersed herself in the hustle and bustle of the training center, the distractions of daily life pulled her back to the present, making the memories feel more like distant echoes.

Within her, a secret grew—an unshared truth about the baby she carried, a connection to Taehyung that she chose to keep hidden. The thought of the child was both a comfort and a burden, a constant reminder of what had been lost and what was yet to come. But as the days passed, she couldn’t shake the reality that the baby would continue to grow, and eventually, the secret would be impossible to hide.

In her mind, she envisioned the moment she would have to tell someone—most likely Yvonne, who had become the first person she would confide in when the time came. The thought nagged at her: should she reveal the truth about the baby, its father, and the tangled web of emotions that surrounded it, or should she concoct an elaborate excuse to explain the inevitable changes in her body? The weight of the decision felt heavy, and as she gazed around the center filled with budding artists, she pondered the paths ahead, grappling with the fear of judgment and the longing for acceptance.

With a deep breath, she pushed those thoughts aside for the moment. For now, she would focus on the vibrant lives around her, the laughter and creativity that filled the air, knowing that when the time came, she would find the courage to share her truth.

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After finishing her prenatal care checkup, Yn stepped out of the clinic, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the bustling street. As she walked, she felt an unsettling sensation creeping up her spine—the nagging feeling that someone was following her. She shook her head, attributing it to paranoia, a byproduct of her heightened anxiety during pregnancy. Yet, with each step, the feeling intensified, the footsteps behind her growing closer and heavier.