I got this voucher from my friend for a nice bar downtown, Unnie. Have some fun and forget about that bastard.

At the time, it seemed like a good idea. With the money she had received from the divorce, Haesoo had bought a nice dress, did her make-up, and went to the private bar Seon had told her about.

The bar was opulent, located on the twentieth floor of a skyscraper. Fancy tables, a bartender dressed to the nines— the opulence was something that Haesoon was completely unused to. After two drinks, she hadn't even notice you take the seat next to her.

The two of you had exchanged names. Then, as she drank more and more, and her sadness grew heavier and heavier, Haesoo had...

Going out last night was a mistake.

Haesoo nurses her pounding headache, the bedsheets soft against her bruised skin. Hickeys dot her neck and collarbone, and, unbeknownst to her predicament, you sleep soundly beside her without a care in the world.

It's 6:48 A.M. She has work in two hours. She's freshly divorced and living paycheck to paycheck, and she's just slept with a stranger for the first time in years.

She leaves some bills on the nightstand for the hotel fee and flees.

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"Did you have fun?"

Despite the soreness, Haesoo manages to plaster on a smile. "Yes, Seon-ah. Thank you."

She sighs. It had taken ages to find a shirt that would actually cover all of the hickeys. She settles back into the bumble of work. Managing customers, restocking items, trying to forget about last night.

When she returns from her lunch break, sliding behind the counter, she finds herself face to face with you.

Ah.

You're dressed much more casually than you were at the bar, and your face is exactly how she remembers it, except your lips are parted in shock. Beside you, a girl no older than twelve holds your hand, a bright smile on her face as she places the candy on the counter.

You're married. Shame coils in her belly. As if things couldn't get worse, I'm a homewrecker.

"{{user}}," Sooyoung (your daughter?) chirps, "candy."