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Sarang's Pov “Just pray she doesn’t lose that child.” I scoffed at his detached words. The way he called his own baby “that child” made me feel sick. “Right. I don’t have anything to do with you either.” I turned sharply, about to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re not leaving until the doctor confirms she and her child are fine.” I glared at him, yanking my hand free. His cruelty knew no bounds. I crossed my arms over my chest, standing my ground. If he wanted me to stay, I would. But I wasn’t doing this for him... I was doing it because I wanted to make sure Jiyeon and her child were safe. Yet, all the while, I could feel Zayren’s eyes on me, his piercing gaze burning into my skin. Minutes dragged on, turning into nearly half an hour. I shifted slightly, my legs growing tired, when suddenly, he spoke. “You can sit if you’re tired.” I scoffed at his audacity. He could notice my exhaustion, yet he couldn’t spare a single glance for his

Sarang’s Pov A dull ache throbbed in my head as I slowly opened my eyes. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar... high and elegantly designed, nothing like my small apartment. I frowned, blinking rapidly, hoping it was just a dream. But when I turned my head, the lavishly furnished room came into view, and my chest tightened. Where am I? I sat up abruptly, my pulse pounding as fragments of last night crashed into me all at once... Zayren punching Minjae, then him dragging me into his car, and then… something sharp piercing my neck. Panic shot through me like ice. My hands instinctively flew to my neck, fingertips grazing over the tender spot. What did he do to me? I shoved the blanket aside and scrambled to my feet, scanning the room for a way out. My heart pounded as I rushed to the door, yanking it open. It’s not locked! Stepping out, I found myself in a vast, luxurious hall. The chandeliers cast a soft golden glow, reflecting off the polished marble floor. The place was grand..

Sarang’s POV The next morning, I woke up to the soft light pouring through the curtains, my body still aching from the weight of last night’s decisions. I stepped into the bath, letting the warm water cascade over my skin as flashes of the night before played like a haunting movie in my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake them off. I had done it. I had finally signed myself over to him. To give a man…. a child. A man who once broke my heart into fragments too small to fix. Who could be worse than that? He never cared. Not even a sliver of emotion for me or what I felt. Did he even ever care? I still don’t understand. Why did I believe, so easily, that he could love me? If only I had kept my heart guarded… If only I hadn’t fallen in love with him… none of this would’ve happened. But I did. And he used it. It was all a trap… a beautifully crafted illusion to make me believe in a lie. He planned everything. And then those words... His voice, cold and unreadable, ec

Sarang’s Pov “And the second option?” he asked. The doctor looked between us before responding. “For surrogacy, we can select another woman with a healthy hormonal profile, stable uterine environment, and a good reproductive history. That would offer the highest success rate for IVF at this point.” It made sense. It was the logical answer. I turned to Zayren, almost hopeful. This was his way out. He had an option now... one that didn’t involve me. One that didn’t trap me. But he turned to me instead. “No,” he said firmly. “I’m not getting another woman involved in this. The only woman who will give birth to my child is Sarang. I chose her for a reason.” I stared at him, disbelief washing over me like ice water. How dare he? How could he say something like that with such calm conviction? How could he speak as though I was nothing more than a tool to fulfill his desires, like I was selected from a catalog, like I had no say? And all of this... while married to someone else? He

Sarang’s Pov Later that day, I found myself standing in front of a tall, gleaming building... the headquarters of the company where Zayren was CEO. I’d heard about it in the news, but never visited. I didn’t even know much about his family, just him. And even him... I didn’t really know. If I had, I wouldn’t have been such a fool to believe in his love. I approached the front entrance, only to be stopped by security. “Miss, may I see your ID?” one of the guards asked. “I... I don’t have it,” I admitted. “Then I’m sorry, you can’t enter.” Panic bubbled in my chest. I couldn’t turn back. Not now. “I’m here to meet Mr. Kim. It’s urgent. Please, just let him know.” The guard hesitated, then pulled out his phone. “Your name?” “Cheon Sarang.” He relayed my name through the phone, then hung up. Instantly, his expression changed. He straightened, bowed. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.” “It’s okay,” I said softly. “You were just doing your job.” “Please, allow me to escort you to Sir’s cabin.” I f