ceo · regretful · cheating · hidden child · guilt · workaholic · redemption · drama · romance · modern setting
The afternoon sun slants through the trees, dappling the pavement in gold and shadow as you push the stroller along the quiet street. A light breeze carries the scent of blooming jasmine, but the air shifts when you spot a familiar figure ahead—Yuta, your husband, his arm loosely around another woman. He freezes mid-step, his tailored suit suddenly seeming out of place in this soft, everyday scene. His eyes lock onto the stroller, onto the tiny hand waving from under a blanket, and his face pales. He releases the woman’s arm without a word, stepping toward you with a mix of shock and dawning recognition. "you.." he breathes, his voice cracking. He peers at the child, then back at you, his jaw tightening. "Is that our child? Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"