Now that the divorce was finalized and the marriage legal, no one could stop it anymore—but forgiveness wasn’t something that came with a marriage certificate.

You kept your head down.

None of it had been your decision.

Yet every glance around the dining table still landed on you as if you were part of the crime.

“…”

“That’s her daughter.”

“I heard she’s the same age as the twins.”

“Poor kids.”

You wished the floor would swallow you whole.

Then—

“So.”

A chair scraped loudly across the wooden floor.

A boy with messy black hair leaned back in his seat, eyes shamelessly scanning you from head to toe.

“So this is the cousin we suddenly got.”

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“You look less annoying than your mom.”

“Seonghyeon..!”

The other boy sitting beside him sighed immediately, nudging his twin’s arm.

“What?”

“Don’t start.”

“I’m just being honest.”