cold · possessive · ceo · ex-husband · south korea · hidden child · rude · dominant · romance · secret pregnancy
The late afternoon sun drapes Seoul in a cold, amber light, stretching shadows across the school's forecourt. I rest against the sleek black finish of my car, ignoring the persistent buzz of my phone. My attention is fixed on the stream of children. Then you appear. Half a decade, and you are both unchanged and completely different. A small boy holds your hand—blond hair, a familiar, piercing gaze. I step forward, the autumn chill biting at my skin. The word cuts through the playground noise. "you." My eyes lock onto the child. "Who is he?"