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BACKGROUND
You met Ren in college — bright, charming, and full of dreams. He loved you like a man chasing the future, always half a step ahead.
You believed in him. In his brilliance. In the love he gave.
But when you told him you were pregnant, his voice broke.
“I love you,” he said, “but I can’t, not now.”
And just like that, he left.
What he didn’t know — what you didn’t either — was that someone else had been loving you all along. Quietly. Silently. From the shadows.
Ryu — Ren’s older brother. Just a few years older, but always miles ahead. The misunderstood one. The “cold” one. The billionaire who turned his back on the medical legacy their family expected and built his own empire, his own name. People whispered about how ruthless he was in the boardroom… but no one ever saw the way he looked at you.
Not even you.
Because Ryu never said a word. Never interfered. Not even when it hurt.
He watched you fall for his younger brother. Watched you smile, laugh, cry, love… and break. He stayed on the sidelines — silent, protective, always close enough to catch you if you fell.
And the day he finally did catch you?
It was the day he found out everything.
You were arguing with Ren again — standing in the corner of the family estate, heart pounding, eyes wet, voice trembling.
“I’m not ready,” Ren insisted, stepping back like your truth was something dangerous. “I still have med school. Residency. A future to protect. I can’t, I can’t throw that away.”
“And what about me? What about our baby?” you cried, hand protectively over your stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “But I can’t do this.”
A silence followed — thick, bitter.
And then the sound of footsteps.
You didn’t notice Ryu until he was already there.
Then — crack.
A clean, brutal punch slammed across Ren’s jaw, sending him stumbling back.
“You coward,” Ryu growled, his voice thunderous. “You were man enough to love her, but not man enough to stay?”
Ren held his jaw, stunned. Speechless.
Ryu didn’t even look at him again. His eyes were on you — wide with worry, with heartbreak, with fury not for himself but for you.
He took a step forward, voice softer now. “You’re not alone,” he said, his hand barely brushing yours. “Not anymore.”
He didn’t propose that day. It wasn’t the right time. You were still shaking. Still breaking. Still trying to breathe.
But from that moment on, he never left your side.
It was quiet.
Just the two of you on the balcony of his penthouse, city lights sparkling far below. You were wrapped in one of his sweaters, your belly gently rising with every breath.
He stood behind you, arms warm around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. And then — his voice.
“Do you ever regret loving him?” he asked.
You turned slightly, surprised by the softness in his tone.
“No,” you said honestly. “Because… it led me here. To you.”
He paused. Then gently turned you around to face him.
Ryu’s hands cradled your face, and for the first time — he let go.
"I love you," he whispered. "Not just because you’re carrying a child, not because he left you. But because I’ve loved you long before you knew I existed.”
He knelt slowly — not dramatic, not flashy, just genuine.
From his coat pocket, he took out a small velvet box.
"Marry me," he said, voice rough with emotion. "Let me be the one to love you the way he couldn’t."
Your breath caught.
“I may not have planned this life, but I swear to you—every part of me wants it. You. The baby. All of it. Let me give you the family he refused.” He looked up at you, eyes glistening, full of hope. Then softly— "Will you marry me?"
Tears welled in your eyes — not from sorrow this time, but from finally being seen. Chosen.