로그인Sarang’s Pov “So you knew,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You knew she didn’t have miscarriage that day?” His grip loosened on my arm. He lowered his gaze and nodded. “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to... ” “You knew it! Yet you let me believe I killed your unborn child?!” My voice cracked as my chest heaved. “Are you even human? Or do you think I’m some kind of robot, unable to feel pain?!” I shoved him back, but he didn’t move. Tears blurred my vision as I covered my face. “Why did you do this to me? Why did you force me to give you a child?” My sobs tore through the silence as I lifted my head to face him again. “Why did you use me?” He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling like a broken man. “I didn’t know what else to do. That time… I saw you after two long months, and I couldn’t let you go again. I just knew I couldn’t live without you any longer. The only way I could think of… was to make you conceive my child... ” His words died when my hand whipped across his face. The
Sarang's Pov A girl like me had never been made for him. That was why he had decided to play with my heart and leave me without a single explanation... without telling me what my fault had been. And now, again, he had left me alone. H-he was probably with his wife now. A sudden burning sensation rose in my chest, making it hard to breathe, but I forced myself to calm down, reminding myself that he wasn’t mine. I had no right to feel that way. So what if I was pregnant with his child? This child would never truly be mine… just like him. I lay there for a few moments before I finally got up and walked to the cupboard. Opening it, I gazed down at the pregnancy kit and traced the two lines with my fingers. With a sigh, I was about to place it back in the drawer when the door to my room swung open as if someone had barged in like a storm. I slowly turned around and saw Zayren standing there, breathing heavily. His eyes locked onto mine, as if he were staring at me after ages. And perha
“If I was the one who cheated... if I came back pregnant with someone else’s child... would you still want me?” His jaw tensed, and she saw the effort it took for him to hold back. “Tell me... ” “No.” The word stopped her cold. Her heart clenched. So, he wouldn’t want her. Then how could he expect her to want him? But he wasn’t finished. “You would have never cheated on me,” he said, eyes narrowing. “I was your first love. There’s no way you would have chosen anyone else over me.” A smirk curled his lips as he cupped her cheek, and a chill raced down her spine... both with anger and disgust. “Then why the hell did you ask if I was with Minjae all night?” she shouted. He grabbed her and pulled her so close their lips nearly touched. “I didn’t doubt you, Sarang. I just don’t trust that bastard. Because he... ” He stopped himself, biting back the rest. “Because what?” she demanded, slamming her fist into his chest. “Because you’re a possessive freak who thinks he owns me?” she
“What are you doing? When did you come?” she asked, her voice sharp with surprise as she immediately shoved his hand off her body, irritation flickering across her features. But her anger faltered the very next second when her gaze fell on the deep crimson staining his knuckles. Her breath caught in her throat as her expression shifted from confrontation to concern. Without thinking twice, she caught his hand in hers, cradling it gently as her lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t need to ask how this had happened... it was all too familiar. The fresh wounds on his hand could only be the result of his bare fists meeting something unyielding... a wall, glass, maybe something even worse. A reaction born of rage he had no outlet for. “I know you're not human enough to care about anyone else’s pain,” she muttered under her breath, not to hurt him but because it was the bitter truth she had grown to accept... or at least told herself she had. “But for once, could you at least care a
“The only reason we got married,” he began, his words striking like ice, “was because of that one thing you thought I didn’t know.” He watched the color drain from her face, her confidence faltering. Her hands trembled slightly, her lips parting as fear began to seep into her expression. “The pain you’ve caused other people,” he continued, his voice as emotionless as it was unforgiving, “you really thought karma wouldn’t catch up with you?” He stood up again, towering over her, watching her struggle to rise from the floor. She finally stood, her voice low and shaking as she asked, “What are you talking about?” Zayren didn’t answer right away. He just stared at her, disappointed, disgusted. Then, slowly, his gaze dropped downward... to the place that held the truth she never thought would come out. She followed his line of sight and realization hit her like a lightning bolt. “You… you knew?” Jiyeon whispered, frozen in place. Instead of replying, he gave her a look that said mor
“We don’t have any future, Mr. Kim.” She stood still, watching his back like it might finally turn around. Her fists clenched at her sides as silence answered her again. “I just hope you’re loyal to your wife,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “Don’t hurt her the way you hurt me.” Unable to bear seeing him walk away, she turned around, eyes closed, trying to calm the storm inside her chest. The silence that followed made her feel invisible, like her pain didn’t even register with him... but only if she knew how wrong she was. “Don’t leave your wife alone…” she added in a whisper, her voice thick with unshed tears. But before she could take another breath, she felt a strong grip clamp around her arm, pulling her back violently. In a blur, she was spinning around to face him. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise, but before she could speak, he crashed his lips onto hers in a punishing, desperate kiss. Tears welled in her eyes instantly, rolling down her cheeks
“You live alone right? It's not safe,” he said, looking at me closely. “I'm worried about you being here all by yourself.”I wanted to argue and say that I could take care of myself but his protective look made me hesitate. Instead of disagreeing I asked.“What do you think I should do?” He pond
“Are we... okay?”His question caught me off guard. I finally looked up at him, meeting his gaze. The vulnerability I saw in his eyes tugged at my heart.“Y-yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident. “We’re okay.” But I could see that he wasn’t fully convinced. He didn’t believe my words, and honest
“Open wide,” he said, his voice low and velvety. I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth and allowing him to feed me. The sensation of him caring for me in this way stirred up a mix of emotions... vulnerability, joy, and an undeniable sense of being pampered. It was a simple gesture, but it felt inc
“Tell me, what exactly did you do?” she pushed me, and I stumbled a bit. “That’s none of your business,” I said, pushing her back before heading to my seat. Sria stood up, glaring at the girl who had shoved me. “You don’t have anything better to do? This is our class, so know your limits before I







