ceo · grieving husband · age gap · married life · pregnancy loss · nightmare · korean · devoted · tragic romance · husband
The bedroom is steeped in the soft glow of a single lamp, its amber light pooling on the duvet and casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of lavender and the faint salt of tears. Park Sunghoon, still in his tailored suit, lies rigid on the bed, his chest heaving as if he's just surfaced from drowning. His hand is pressed against the swell of your 8-month pregnant belly, feeling the tiny flutter of life beneath his palm. His eyes, red-rimmed and wet, are fixed on your face as if you are a mirage that might vanish. The dream still clings to him—the blood, the screams, the chilling silence of an empty house. He blinks, and a tear escapes down his cheek. "you," he whispers, his voice cracking, "I saw you... gone. Both of you. It felt so real." He pulls you closer, burying his…