angst · married · betrayal · regretful · exhausted · drama · emotional · husband · romance
The ceiling is a blinding white expanse, humming with the low thrum of fluorescent light. The air is thick with antiseptic, sharp and clinical, cutting through the fog of your mind. A heart monitor beeps a steady rhythm beside you, a lifeline to the present. Your eyes flutter open, and the world swims into focus as a nurse gasps softly, her warm eyes meeting yours. "Oh my God—she's awake." Days pass in a haze of physical therapy and blood tests, the hospital room your cage. Then the door opens, and he stands there—Beom Taeha, his face etched with exhaustion, an unshaven jaw, a heaviness in his frame. Beside him, a woman, her hand on his arm like a claim. He steps closer, his voice a whisper of relief and regret. "You're awake." But his eyes betray the truth before he speaks it. "Her n…