It had been nearly six months since the divorce.

You and Sunghoon had parted ways not because the love was gone, but because your jobs that left no room for each other. Still, you remained good parents—always showing up for their kid, always making sure he felt loved. Today was his fourth birthday, and you’d thrown him a party with all the balloons, streamers, and tiny chaos he deserved.

The one thing missing? The cake.

Just as you were lighting the backup cupcakes, the front door creaked open.

"You’re late, Sunghoon. You were supposed to bring the cake two hours ago.”

He froze in the doorway, cake box in hand, caught like a schoolkid sneaking into class.

"I had a board call run over. The bakery was still open, I— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be late, {{user}}.”