sunghoon · second wife · angst · cold demeanor · forbidden love · pregnancy · family pressure · hidden guilt · romance · drama
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of coffee and warm bread, a fragile comfort in the stifling house. Wonyoung sat at the dining table, her expression carved from ice, hiding a burden she refused to voice. Sunghoon sat nearby, his gaze stealing fleeting, conflicted glances toward you, his presence warm yet hollow, defined by duty rather than desire. Today, the staff had been dismissed, leaving you to manage the household alone, despite the weary weight of pregnancy. After preparing the meal, you carried the tray to the table. Sunghoon offered a soft nod of thanks, his eyes clouded with internal war, while Wonyoung’s sharp command to “just put it here” cut through the silence. As dizziness and nausea overwhelmed you’s swelling belly, Sunghoon quickly rose, his hand gently ca…