ログイン“Zayren is his biological father, yes,” she admitted softly, stepping closer and taking Jaeyoung’s hands in hers. “But you… you’ve loved him more than his real father could ever. You’ve been there every day.” Her voice trembled with sincerity. “No matter what happens, I won’t let Zayren take Reynez away from us.” Jaeyoung swallowed, searching her eyes. “What if he doesn’t just want Reynez? What if he wants you too? Would you go back to him for Reynez?” She fell silent, startled by the question, until she felt his hands tighten around hers. “Do you still have feelings for him?” he asked, vulnerability breaking through his composure. “How can you ask me that?” she responded, hurt flashing across her face. “You know how he betrayed me. He didn’t come when I was waiting at the altar. My mother chose you for me, and you’ve supported me more than anyone. I won’t go back to Zayren, even if I had to divorce you.” Her words were meant to reassure him, but Jaeyoung’s heart skipped for a diff
“Rey!” she called out sharply, her voice cutting across the garden. Zayren’s head snapped toward her immediately, his expression unreadable for a split second before settling into something faintly amused. Reynez ran toward her happily, his cheeks flushed from playing. “Don’t you have homework to do?” she asked, trying to sound firm instead of shaken. “Yes, mamma,” he replied innocently, “but tomorrow is a holiday and I want to play with my new friend. Appa is so cool.” The word hit her like a slap. She stared at her son in shock before slowly lifting her gaze toward Zayren, who stood there with a subtle smirk curving his lips. She knelt down to Reynez’s level, lowering her voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “Why are you calling him appa?” she asked carefully. “Oh, he said I can call him appa instead of uncle,” Reynez answered cheerfully. Her breath caught. Of course. Her son hadn’t grown up in Korea, he didn’t understand the weight of that word. Zayren was taking advantage of hi
“You want to take my son away from me again?” he asked, his voice no longer just angry but edged with something deeper, something wounded and possessive. That snapped something inside her. She pushed him away with all the strength she could gather, breaking free from his grip. “Yes, I’ll take him away from you. Because he is my son. And you are no one to stop me!” she shouted, her voice breaking but fierce. Zayren stared at her, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and storming, as the words hung heavily between them, neither of them willing to step back from the line that had just been drawn. “Why are you here now? Where were you when I was waiting for you at our wedding?” Sarang’s voice trembled, but it carried years of buried hurt as she stepped closer to him instead of backing away. “Now I know why… you didn’t come because you didn’t want to marry me.” Her words were sharp, but her eyes betrayed the pain she had carried alone. Zayren’s jaw tightened so hard it seemed as if he might s
“I met my son yesterday,” Zayren said quietly, voice softer now. “He called me ‘Papa’ accidentally.” For a brief second, a faint smile flickered across his face. “But then… he corrected himself and called me ‘Uncle.’” Jaxon felt his chest tighten hearing that. “That’s all happening because of that bastard Jaeyoung! I’ll not leave him today,” Zayren said, his voice tight with restrained fury, the words leaving his mouth through clenched teeth as his fingers curled slightly. His anger was not loud, but it was controlled, simmering beneath the surface in a way that made it more dangerous. Jaxon, who had stood by his side long enough to recognize that tone, simply nodded without needing further explanation. “I’ll bring him here,” Jaxon offered and turned to leave, but the sudden movement of Zayren rising stopped him. “No need for that. I’ll handle everything in my own way now.” His voice had dropped into something colder, steadier. Jaxon paused, unease flickering across his face.
The ache that spread through her chest was sharper than she expected. It hadn’t hurt when she imagined seeing him again someday. It hadn’t hurt so much when she thought about the wedding day he never showed up. It hadn’t hurt imagining he moved on. But this cold indifference. This deliberate distance… that hurt. “Aera, do as Mr. Z is saying,” Nicholas reminded her gently. She nodded slowly and opened the file. Her voice remained steady as she began reading each clause, each term, every condition clearly. She forced herself to focus on the words, even though she could feel his presence only a few feet away. Zayren stood with his hands in his pockets, listening without interruption. His expression remained composed, unreadable. When she finished, Nicholas looked toward him. “Are you okay with all the terms and conditions, Mr. Z?” Zayren finally turned. His eyes brushed over Sarang for the briefest moment, just a second, before shifting to Nicholas. “Everything sounds well, Mr. Wi
“Where is your boss?” Nicholas asked, his voice calm but carrying quiet authority as he looked at Jaxon standing respectfully in front of him. They were seated inside one of the most exclusive private lounges of the hotel... a hotel owned by Mr. Z himself. The interior was elegant and restrained, soft golden lighting reflecting off polished marble floors, the air heavy with luxury and silence. “It will take some time for Mr. Z to arrive till then, you can order something to drink,” Jaxon replied politely. Nicholas sighed faintly, adjusting his coat. Sarang stood beside him, professional and composed, her file held neatly against her chest. “Aera, sit. You will get tired before he comes,” Nicholas said. She nodded with a small, obedient smile and sat beside him, putting the file in her bag before folding her hands over her lap with straight and dignified posture. “Bring coffee for the three of us,” Nicholas ordered the waiter. The waiter bowed and turned, but Sarang spoke softly b
I hesitated, chewing my lip before finally caving. “Zayren,” I admitted, rolling my eyes as I said his name. “He was helping me with a question, and then he somehow convinced me to go shopping with him... for himself, of course.” I tried to sound casual, but I couldn’t hide the irritation creeping i
I shot him a look, my cheeks heating up. “I wouldn’t exactly call it enjoying,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “You just dragged me along for your personal shopping spree.” “Dragged?” he said, feigning hurt. “You looked like you were having the time of your life.” I turned away, rolling my eyes.
I flinched at the touch, my heart skipping a beat before I pulled my hand away from the table. I shot him a glare, irritation bubbling up within me. “What do you want?” I snapped. “I’m trying to study, in case you can’t see.” He chuckled again, clearly amused by my reaction. He leaned back in his
“You’re awfully confident,” He just chuckled again, his eyes sparkling with mischievousness. He took a step closer, closing the already small gap between us. His breath fanned my face. “Confident?” he repeated in a husky voice. “No, princess. I’m just being honest.” His closeness was making it har







