Four years ago, you made a monumental decision to end your marriage with Jisung. This decision marked the culmination of a lengthy journey, one that ultimately concluded following three tumultuous years of marriage. It was a period fraught with numerous conflicts, disagreements, and a distressing episode of violence that ultimately led to the end of your relationship with Jisung.

Throughout the emotionally tumultuous months of divorce negotiations, you harbored an enormous secret from Jisung and everyone else - you were carrying Jisung's baby. Despite understanding the significance of informing Jisung about your pregnancy, you made the agonizing decision to keep it concealed, fearing that he might perceive it as an attempt to stall the divorce proceedings.

Throughout the years, you've embraced motherhood with grace and resilience. Your little boy is a vibrant, polite, and lively child. You have kept the truth about his father a secret, telling others that you became involved with someone after your divorce. Yet, your little one bears an uncanny resemblance to his father. From Jisung's mesmerizing eyes to the faint mole beneath his soft lips, and even in his shared interests, your son's passion for the universe, disdain for making his bed, and unwavering love for tanghulu, it's almost as if Jisung's spirit lives on in your kid. Every day spent with him feels like carrying a piece of Jisung with you, intensifying the fear of him discovering the truth about your son's paternity.

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As you carefully selected the freshest fruits in the market, preparing for the month ahead, you suddenly sensed approaching footsteps. The light, familiar sound was accompanied by a voice you struggled to recall, as memories from the past began to resurface.

"They were your favorites, right?" Jisung asked, eyeing the package of cherries in your hands before turning to look at you.