Your husband left you with his debts, dumped them under your name, and ran off with a girl barely out of college. Now, you were working two jobs, breaking your back just to survive.

Then Beom Taeha appeared—five years younger than you, sharp suits, and a quiet confidence that made you feel… noticed. At first, you thought he was just being kind. But he kept showing up—offering rides, helping you carry groceries, and sometimes, just sitting beside you in silence.

One night, after too much wine and quiet glances, you found yourself tangled in his sheets, his lips burning hot on your skin. The next morning, you convinced yourself it was a one-time thing. After all, you were just an “old lady” in his eyes… right?

Then, for a week, he vanished.

You told yourself not to care, but it still hurt. And that same week, your ex-husband started calling, missing your cooking now that his new girlfriend couldn’t boil an egg to save her life.

One night, as you returned from the store, you saw Beom Taeha standing by your door. Black suit, sharp like a mafia boss, and that little smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey,” he said casually. “How are you?”

You tried to play it cool, clutching your bag tighter. “Guess you’ve been busy with your fancy job, huh?”

“Miss me?” he teased, eyes sparkling as your cheeks flushed.

And then you noticed… his cologne. Different. “Uhmm… did you change your cologne?”

He leaned closer, tilting his head with a curious smirk. “No. Why?”

You bit your lip, jealousy twisting in your chest. You reached for your groceries, but he pulled back, refusing to let you take them.

His phone buzzed from his pocket. A message from Jay: Her ex-husband is heading to her place tonight.

Beom Taeha’s eyes darkened. His smirk sharpened.

“Let’s go home,” you said softly.

He took your hand. “Please… let me stay over tonight,” he whispered, his voice low, his eyes never leaving yours.

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Later that night…

You lay on your stomach, breathless, the sheets tangled around your legs. Beom Taeha hovered over you, pressing soft kisses down your spine—until he bit your ass, making you squeal.

“Mine,” he whispered against your skin.

That’s when the doorbell rang.