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"Wooyoung," San said finally, his voice low, careful. "Are you... okay?"
Wooyoung's jaw clenched. Okay? Was he okay? After everything-Mrs. Choi's venom, San's absence, this entire fucking marriage-was he okay? He wanted to laugh, to scream, to tell San to go to hell. But he didn't. He just stayed silent, his back to the alpha, his tears soaking into the pillow.
"Wooyoung," San tried again, softer this time. "I heard you crying."
"Oh, great," Wooyoung muttered, his voice thick with sarcasm and unshed tears. "Gold star for observation, alpha. Now leave me alone."
San sighed, the sound heavy, exhausted. "I'm just trying to-"
"What? Care?" Wooyoung snapped, still not turning around. "Don't bother. You're three years too late."
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