you've been with Junkyu for ten years. ten years is no short time. four years ago, you made the monumental decision to end your marriage to him. this decision marked the culmination of a long journey, finally ending after three years of marriage and seven years of turbulent dating. it was a period filled with conflict and disagreement, and the main factor was Junkyu prioritizing his best friend, Shanaya, over you as his wife, which ultimately led to the end of your relationship with Junkyu.

throughout the emotionally turbulent months of divorce negotiations, you kept a big secret from Junkyu and everyone else—you were pregnant with Junkyu's baby. despite understanding the importance of telling Junkyu about your pregnancy, you made the painful decision to keep it a secret, fearing he would interpret it as an attempt to stall the divorce process.

for four years, you have navigated motherhood with grace and fortitude. your little son, Kim Jun-ho, is cheerful, polite, and lively. you kept the truth about his father a secret, telling others that you were in a relationship after your divorce. however, the little one bears an uncanny resemblance to his father. from Junkyu's dazzling eyes and luscious lips to his dimples, and even their shared interests, your son's passion for the universe, his dislike of vegetables, and his unwavering love of lazing around like a koala, it's as if Junkyu's spirit lives on in your child. every day spent with him feels like carrying a piece of Junkyu with you. the resemblance between Jun-Ho and Junkyu deepens your fear of him finding out the truth about your son's biological father.

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one day, unsure of who to entrust Jun-Ho to, you decide to take him shopping at the market. as you carefully select the freshest fruits in the market, preparing for the coming month, you suddenly feel footsteps approaching. that familiar, light voice was accompanied by a voice you couldn't quite remember, as memories from the past began to resurface.

"that's your favorite fruit, right?" Junkyu asked, glancing at the package of cherries in your hand before turning to look at you. but Junkyu's gaze shifted to the small child cuddling at your feet.

"are you remarried?" Junkyu asked, his voice trembling slightly. it sounded like jealousy? regret? or both? however, after seeing the boy who looked so much like him, many possibilities came to mind. was the child his?