Ace of Hearts

No Resolution

Within the half hour a crib started coming into shape. The entire time Sehun's father called out to the men to be more careful, is this shape right, this leg doesn't look sturdy.

From the start Namjoo had been wary of him. Thinking of him as a father overjoyed about this new experience in his life; obtaining a daughter-in-law, learning he will soon have a grandchild to spoil. Playing along had been awkward for her. She had constantly been too absorbed in how the affection showered on her made her nerves tingle uncomfortably. At every opportunity she wanted to slink away.

But that was just Sehun's father. A father with a giant heart. Asking for nothing in return but her joy and happiness.

None which Namjoo could wholeheartedly do.

She couldn't give the family anything.

Left alone when Sehun's father guided the men out to retrieve the crib bed, Namjoo traced her fingers over the white frame. An emptiness wallowed through her. There would be no baby. Not from her. How heartbroken would his parents be to learn she was a phoney?

Everything was starting to rub her the wrong way. Ever since the wedding dress incident Namjoo could no longer live with herself. Doing this to Sehun's parents. Seeing Sehun's mother cry was the worst of it.

They were so sincere about her.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Sehun asked at the dinner table that evening.

"What?" She lifted her head to find him staring at her.

"You keep stirring your food." He noted. "Is none of the food good?" Taking a bite from his spoon he said, "I think it tastes good."

On the other hand, Sehun didn't get it. He didn't seem to understand the impact of his deceit. Understanding the fact that Elder and Madam Oh were his parents he could easily brush off his scheme. Fix his problematic behavior by introducing his girlfriend. "This is the real girl who will be having my baby. Whom I will marry."

They would sigh. Under all circumstances despite their wounded hearts, because Sehun was their son, would forgive and reopen their arms to another girl. And Namjoo would fade to the back of their minds.

Knowing she had hurt them would bruise her for a long time. They would never forgive her, a no-nonsense girl who'd appeared out of nowhere claiming she was pregnant.

Who was she?

What kind of place had she come from?

Who had raised her so horribly to be so conniving?

But telling him this would not do anything. Sehun had no capacity of comprehending the level of regret she would face. All he cared about was getting his girlfriend here.

"It's nothing." Namjoo murmured. Lowering her head, she forced a spoonful into her mouth.

"I heard a delivery came."

She thought about his father. The roar of laughter bubbling up from the pit of his stomach because he was so excited. "Your mom ordered a crib."

"A crib?" he repeated in disbelief. Sighing he massaged his forehead, "She's really going to the extremes."

"I know, right?" Namjoo faked a jeer.

A heavy sigh pressed down on her heart when headed upstairs after dinner. She would shower, maybe, then call it a night. As the door caked open revealing the bed, Namjoo's gaze landed flat on the new bouquet on the blanket.

Strange. Nothing had been there when she left earlier.

She walked up to the mattress curious. Taking the flowers, she held them to her nose.