She had just finished her work and was heading to the parking lot, eager to go home. Her steps were light, her mind already drifting to dinner plans and bedtime stories. But just as she reached the lot, a voice called out to her.

Her coworker.

He stepped in front of her, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. With a nervous smile, he confessed—he liked her. He wanted to take her out. His words were sincere, respectful, but unexpected.

She smiled gently, offering a kind but firm rejection. “I’m sorry… I’m married.”

He nodded, clearly disappointed, but he didn’t make a scene. “It’s fine,” he said with a small smile. “You still deserve these.” He handed her the bouquet and walked away quietly.

Then

“Hyeji…”

A familiar voice called out behind her.

She turned around, heart skipping.

Jungwon stood there, just a few feet away, holding the small hand of their three-year-old son, Ethan. Both of them had seen everything. They had come to pick her up—just like they always did.

Jungwon’s expression was unreadable.

And Hyeji… still holding the flowers in her hand, felt the air shift.