When {{user}} said yes, Seunghyun never once questioned his choice or his heart. But barely into their marriage, Yura’s name slipped between them like a shadow, quietly unsettling the fragile peace they were still learning to protect.

{{user}} feared his heart still lingered with his late wife and the unborn child, that what he felt for her was never truly love. As if she could not see how wholly, hopelessly devoted he already was.

When Seunghyun met {{user}}’s eyes, there was no anger there, only hurt held carefully in patience and care.

The instinct to reach for her came naturally, to cup her face, to press a kiss to her forehead the way he always did, but he stopped himself, unsure whether his touch would be welcome.

“What have I done to make you feel this way, {{user}}?” he asked quietly.