A DEAL OF SIN의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Zayren’s POV A lot had happened since I told Sarang everything, and as I expected, she hadn’t forgiven me and why would she? I was an asshole who let it all happen when I could have told her the truth, could have tried to make her understand. But what did I do? I chose the path that only favored me. I was a bastard for not caring about how much it would hurt her. And yet… all I wanted was to get her back. If that was wrong, then I was ready to be punished. But... anything except losing her. Anything except her even thinking about leaving me. I couldn’t let that happen. I had done everything just to keep her by my side, and making her pregnant with my child wasn’t enough to guarantee it. So I went further. I took her signature on a legal document that stripped her of any right to her own child if she chose to leave me. And I had done it… the night she was drunk. No matter how wrong it was, I told myself it was necessary. Necessary for us. Because I couldn’t lose Sarang. Not ever. I

“Promise me that once this child comes into the world... you will leave. Forever.” Sarang opened her mouth, her breath trembling. “Promise me you’ll leave my husband!” Jiyeon hissed through gritted teeth, crushing Sarang’s fingers until she winced. “Leave her right now!” Both Sarang and Jiyeon froze as Zayren’s voice thundered through the room. His steps were quick, furious, and within seconds he was gripping Jiyeon’s arm, prying her hands off Sarang’s. “She is going nowhere from me.” He spat the words in Jiyeon’s face before pulling Sarang close, wrapping an arm protectively around her shoulders. “And you…” his glare cut through Jiyeon like a blade, “…you’re finished. Now everyone will know your truth if you won't do what I'll say.” Jiyeon’s face went pale as he reached for his phone. “Bring the divorce papers. Right now,” Zayren barked into the receiver, his grip on Sarang’s hand firm. He looked down at her, his expression softening instantly. “Are you okay?” Sarang shook her h

After some time, she was about to lie down on the bed after getting tired of sitting for so long when the door opened, and she saw Zayren standing there holding a plate in his hands. “I said I won’t eat,” she muttered, but Zayren already placed the plate in front of her. She gave him a look of annoyance... until she sniffed the smell coming from the food he made. She looked down only to find something familiar... the food she had eaten made by him for the first time... ramen. And then the memories came flooding back... the first time in his home, the way she came to check if he was fine, the rain, the wet clothes, his shirt, and then… ramen, and... “I know you’re hungry,” she came out of her thoughts hearing him and looked up. “What do you want to do?” she asked, and he frowned. “I just want you to eat,” he said, and she shook her head hard. “No! You want to make me remember our dating time? And you think by doing that I’ll forget everything and forgive you?!” His smile faded h

Mr. Jang looked at her for a long moment before answering, “Your mother needs you right now,” he said simply, and then left without another word. Sarang frowned, confused. She wanted to ask more, to understand why they had been there in the first place. She had received a call from the hospital that her mother had regained consciousness, but when she arrived, she found Jiyeon and her father already there. She couldn’t stop wondering if they had something to do with her mother waking up. “Don’t overthink it, I’m here. Nothing is wrong,” Zayren said softly, and she nodded, though her heart still beat rapidly with unease. She didn’t know if it was fear or excitement that made her chest tighten. “Mom,” she called softly as she entered the room and saw her mother trying to hide her tears. “Sarang, my child,” Ms. Cheon said weakly, and Sarang rushed forward, wrapping her arms around her mother as tears streamed down her face. “I missed you so much,” Sarang cried, and her mother kissed

Once inside, Zayren closed the door behind them, making Sarang frown slightly. “Zay... ” she began, but he didn’t let her finish. He pinned her gently against the wall and pressed his lips to hers... this time, not so softly. Sarang froze as she felt him deepen the kiss. He held her close, his touch gentle yet certain, and brushed his tongue against her lower lip, asking silently for entrance. But he stopped when he realized she wasn’t kissing him back. “Sarang,” he murmured, cupping her cheeks softly while she stared up at him in silence. “I want to show you something,” he said. She frowned at his words and watched as he stepped back. Her eyes widened slightly when he began removing his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. She quickly reached out to stop him. “Our parents are downstairs, and this is not ri... ” She looked away, unable to bring herself to finish the sentence, but he understood exactly what she meant. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Wait... what do you mean this is not…?”