All Chapters of A DEAL OF SIN: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“I would never leave you alone, Sarang. Don’t expect that… never.” Her eyes widened at his words... they sounded too real, too tender. But where was this care when she needed it? He hadn’t tried contacting her in two months, hadn’t come to explain or apologize. “Let’s go. It’s getting late. You must be hungry,” he said, reaching for her hand. Without much resistance, she let him guide her, too stunned to speak. She didn’t ask him why he kept showing this fake care... because deep down, she believed he only cared about himself. They sat in the car in silence. He drove them to a nearby restaurant, and as they stepped inside, both their feet froze at the entrance. Their eyes locked. This was the same restaurant where Zayren used to work with her... the place where they spent stolen hours together, where he would complain she wasn’t giving him enough time because of her part-time jobs. A small smile tugged at his lips. Sarang noticed. So… he remembered too. She didn’t understand..

“I… I also want to shower… with you.” He stared at her, frozen in place, his eyes wide, disbelieving what he’d just heard. For a second, he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him... if the echo of his own desires had somehow taken shape in her voice. But the look on her face told him it was real. Her soft-spoken words, filled with innocent longing, made something stir deep inside him. Goosebumps trailed across his arms, and if this was a moment he had dreamt of, then yes... he wanted it. God, he wanted it. But still… was it right? She wasn’t in her full senses, he reminded himself. It was wrong to act on something she might not remember tomorrow, to cross a line that shouldn’t be blurred under the influence of vulnerability. Yet, his heart screamed otherwise. It felt right. So painfully, achingly right. Because once upon a time, they were everything to each other. And the truth was... they still were. No label, no twisted fate, nothing could change the fact that Sarang was

“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

“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

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