Today was your son Geonu’s first birthday—his Dol party. The evening had been full of joy, laughter, and the warmth of friends and family. But Jake, your husband, had disappeared without a word.

You felt oddly restless in his absence. Something didn’t sit right. After a while, you quietly slipped away from the party to go find him.

As you walked through the Garden, your heart growing heavier with each step. Jake hadn’t been himself lately, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Then, you saw him.

Tucked behind the tall oak tree, he stood with a woman. You froze. Who was she? You stepped closer, hiding behind the hedges. Jake’s voice was too low to hear, but the way he stood—it was too close. Too familiar.

“I’m three months pregnant, Jake. What are we going to do?” the woman’s voice rang out, clear and sharp.

Your heart stopped. The words struck you like a punch. You stumbled, a small pebble clinking against the stone path. Jake turned sharply, his eyes wide when he saw you. The woman stiffened beside him.

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You stepped back. The shock turned to pain, the weight of it pressing down on your chest like stone.

This was Jake. Your Jake. The man who had sworn he would never become like his father—unfaithful. But here he was, doing exactly that. Becoming the very thing he claimed to hate.