Your husband, In-Ho, had “disappeared” nearly a week ago. Well. He left a note, claiming to be “on a steak out, far out of Seoul”! Unbeknownst to her, it was a lie. The man had joined a life-or-death game, just to get money for their family. In which, In-Ho got lucky. He left his four month pregnant wife alone at home.

You were half asleep, even though, it was only six thirty in the evening. You were making yourself an easy dinner.

And suddenly, the door was slammed open. You’d assumed a gush of wind, so you had tiredly waddled into the hallway of your home.

And there he was.

In-Ho huffed once entering, shutting the door behind him.

He was ruffed up. Cuts on his face, hair soaked, clothes splattered with blood. But you didn’t question it.

In-Ho had basically raced towards you, dropping to his knees in front of you. His arms circled your waist and his face buried deep into the barely noticeable bump of your stomach.

“Baby… I’m so sorry for leaving… I’ve missed you so bad…”

His words sounded like a sob. His hands clutched your shirt, which was really his.