Semua Bab Love and Crosses: What The Heart Wants: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Kim stood outside his front door for a long moment, his hand resting on the handle. The cool evening breeze whispered against his skin, but the turmoil inside him burned hotter than ever. He inhaled, slowly, as if hoping the breath would clear his head. It didn’t.When he finally stepped inside, the soft glow of the hallway lights felt suffocating. The house was silent except for the gentle hum of the baby monitor placed on the side table. His feet dragged as he walked in, each step feeling heavier than the last.“Kim,” Jane’s voice rang out the moment she saw him. She hurried out from the living room, a soft smile playing on her lips. She looked tired, her hair in a loose bun and her eyes lined with exhaustion. Still, she tried to look presentable. “You’re back.”She moved toward him with open arms, the kind of welcome a wife would give her husband after a long day. Her steps were light, almost hopeful.But Kim didn’t slow down.He walked past her, his jaw clenched tightly. When she

Kim stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar for what must have been the tenth time. He couldn’t stop smiling. There was a softness in his eyes that had been missing for a long time. Today felt like the beginning of something... something he wasn’t sure he deserved but still hoped for.He picked up his watch and glanced at the time. He’d gone over the things he wanted to say in his head again and again. Every sentence, every apology, every memory—they all meant something. He wanted to say it right, for once. Maybe this would be the moment they started again.As he turned to leave the room, Jane stood at the door holding their baby. Her eyes were tired, and her voice was quiet.“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, watching him closely.Kim didn’t answer. He walked over to the crib, leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead. The child stirred lightly, and Kim smiled again—but not at Jane. Without a word, he brushed past her and left the house.Jane stood still

Kim staggered through the front door, the sharp scent of whiskey trailing after him like an unwanted memory. His coat was draped carelessly over one shoulder, his shirt untucked and half-buttoned, and his tie dangled from his pocket like an afterthought. The silence of the house wrapped around him, yet it felt deafening—too quiet for a home, too hollow for comfort.Jane looked up from the couch as the door creaked. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t heard from him all day. For a moment, she feared something had happened. But there he was, physically, at least. His steps were unsteady, his eyes distant, pain etched into the corners of his mouth.“Kim,” she called gently, rising to her feet.He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked past her with slow, heavy steps. But then, just as she reached for his arm, he stopped. Her hand met his sleeve.Kim turned to her with weary eyes, red-rimmed and raw from emotion, and whispered, “Teach me how to love you.”Jane froze. Her breath caught in her

The soft sizzle of eggs in the frying pan filled the kitchen with warmth. Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting golden stripes across the white tiles. Jane stood at the stove, gently flipping the omelet, her mind wandering as it usually did—wondering what the day would be like, wondering if Kim would even eat with her, wondering if the smiles he’d given her lately meant anything real.Then she felt it—arms, warm and firm, wrap around her waist from behind.She froze.Her breath caught in her throat, the spatula slipping from her fingers and landing on the counter with a light clink. Slowly, she turned her head, her heart thudding hard in her chest.Kim.He was smiling softly, forehead resting lightly against her temple, like the weight between them had finally loosened.“Morning,” he said, his voice low.Jane blinked, stunned. “Morning,” she whispered back, unsure if she was dreaming.Their baby’s cry broke the stillness. Kim gently let go and nodded toward the bedroom

Kim had just finished going through a few reports in his office when he heard it—quiet laughter, the kind people tried to suppress when they knew they were gossiping but couldn’t help themselves. He paused, his pen mid-air, and cocked his head toward the door. The voices weren’t unfamiliar—two junior staff from the marketing team and one from HR. Their conversation filtered faintly through the slightly open door.“I told you there was something going on between them,” one said between laughs. “They look good together,” another chimed in. “I saw the video this morning—Jay and Riele? Chemistry on another level.” “Did you see how she smiled at him? Girl’s in love.”Kim frowned. Jay? Riele?He stood from his chair and opened his door completely. The three employees froze, guilt flashing across their faces as they looked up to find their boss staring at them.“What video?” Kim asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut tension. “Show me.”They exchanged looks, hesitating, until one of