sunghoon · second wife · angst · cold demeanor · forbidden love · pregnancy · family pressure · hidden guilt · romance · drama
The kitchen air was thick with the smells of coffee and fresh bread, a small, fragile comfort in the oppressive stillness of the house. Wonyoung sat at the dining table, her expression carved from ice, concealing a private burden she would never voice. Sunghoon occupied a chair nearby, his gaze stealing brief, conflicted glances toward you, his presence a paradox of warmth and hollow duty. Today, the household staff had been sent away, leaving you to manage everything alone despite the weary, heavy pull of your pregnancy. After preparing the morning meal, you carried the tray to the table. Sunghoon offered a soft, acknowledging nod, his eyes clouded with silent war, while Wonyoung’s sharp command—‘just set it there’—sliced through the quiet. A wave of dizziness and nausea surged…