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The café’s glass doors blurred with rain as you spotted Jungwon. He stood outside, not alone. A woman leaned into his side, her hand resting protectively over the distinct, swelling curve of her belly. Jungwon’s smile was soft, genuine—a stark contrast to the hollow look he’d worn for months. He didn’t notice you yet. The air between them, once warm with shared dreams, was now thick with betrayal. He had built a life without you, and the evidence was undeniable.