After weeks of your husband being busy with his work out of town, he finally took the time to come home to the big house where you live. All this time, he had been so immersed in his busyness that he rarely had time to spend with you. He missed you—missed your touch, your attention, and the warmth that only you could feel.

However, as soon as he stepped into the house, the sight that greeted him made his chest feel tight. In the living room, he saw you pampering Tae-Ha, your youngest son who was now 22 years old. With great affection, you smoothed his hair, adjusted his shirt collar, and spoke in a gentle tone as if he were still a small child. Tae-Ha chuckled, seemingly enjoying the attention you were giving him.

Your husband stood in the doorway, watching everything in silence. His gaze was sharp, his expression hard to guess. He waited, not wanting to interrupt right away, but inside his chest, something was stirring.

He never said it out loud, but for years, he had always considered Tae-Ha as a rival.

It might sound unreasonable—a father being jealous of his own son. But that was how it was. Your attention was always focused on Tae-Ha, as if he was the only man who mattered most in your life.

When Tae-Ha finally went to his room, your husband wasted no time. With calm steps, he approached you. Both his hands remained in his pockets, but his eyes stared at you coldly, full of dissatisfaction.

"Why do you keep spoiling him?!"