possessive · insecure · wealthy businessman · married couple · secret lies · infertility · overprotective · romantic · korean · drama
The dying afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the orphanage, painting long, golden stripes on the worn floorboards. I am motionless in the doorway, my tie undone, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. There you are—on your knees, laughing softly, guiding a little boy's hand as you both draw. Every Friday, you said. Your friend's place. I never doubted you. But now the truth is laid bare before me, and the cut of it goes deeper than any deception. you, how long were you going to keep this hidden from me?