In a world where they've defied expectations at every turn, Wooyoung and San are about to face their biggest adventure yet: parenthood. After a whirlwind romance that challenged societal norms and saw them both fighting for their dreams, they finall...
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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌
I leaned back against the headboard, my gaze drifting absently to the K-drama playing on the screen. Scenes of romance and drama unfolded, but I could hardly focus, my thoughts entirely elsewhere. My hand rested instinctively over my bump, tracing soft circles, and a quiet smile tugged at my lips as I imagined our little boy growing, day by day, waiting to join us. I pictured San and me spoiling him, filling his days with love, laughter, and the kind of happiness only family could bring. The thought filled me with warmth, a steady glow that seemed to settle in my chest.
Then, a sudden buzz broke through the moment. My phone lay on the bed beside me, and I glanced over, my brow furrowing as I picked it up. The name on the screen brought a chill that extinguished the warmth entirely—Seonjun.
My heart clenched as I stared at his name, hesitation tightening around me like a knot. With a shaky breath, I unlocked the phone, dread washing over me as his message popped up, cold and unexpected.
Seonjun had always been a storm in my life, a force of chaos wrapped in jealousy and resentment. His words could cut like a knife, his manipulation always aimed to twist the truth to his benefit. All because of his envy—his frustration that San's attention, his love, had never belonged to him. They were supposed to marry; the families had arranged it, with each detail meticulously set. But San had never wanted it, never entertained the idea. And back then, I'd been a brat about it too, making sure Seonjun knew exactly where San's heart lay. Looking back, I could see that my defiance had only fueled Seonjun's hatred, every act of rebellion reminding him that San had chosen me.
There wasn't a good bone in Seonjun. He'd always found ways to try to get rid of me, sometimes through thinly veiled insults, other times by pressing on wounds he knew would hurt. His presence was toxic, a dark shadow cast over every moment he'd forced himself into. And now, seeing his name on my phone, his message right there, felt like that shadow creeping back in.
With a shaky breath, I opened the message, letting the words appear on the screen as though they carried the weight of a storm themselves.
But Seonjun never took that message to heart. In fact, it seemed to fuel him more.
Now, staring at his message, dread washed over me like ice. I opened it, the words cold and cutting, everything I'd feared but didn't want to admit.
Do you think marrying him was a good idea? I told you, there's nothing that would stop me from taking what's mine.
My stomach twisted, his words echoing like a threat. Every letter seemed weighted, as if his jealousy had grown sharper, his intentions darker. This wasn't the Seonjun who simply taunted in passing or played petty games. This was different, more dangerous. And he hadn't changed—not even after San chose me, not after our wedding, not with our family growing. It was like his anger had only festered, turning into something darker.
