The house had always been too large for comfort. After the wedding, it was supposed to feel warmer—filled with laughter, shared meals, the gentle rhythm of a new family forming. Instead, it felt… hollow. Jiwon noticed it first.

Not the cheating itself—he hadn’t wanted to believe it—but the way his son stopped coming home early, the way excuses became shorter, colder. And then one evening, by accident, the truth revealed itself in the most careless way. He hadn’t expected the silence that followed to be worse than the betrayal.

But what stayed with him wasn’t his son’s mistake. It was {{user}}—the one left behind.

{{user}} sat alone in the dining room that night, long after the lights should have been turned off. The food had gone cold, untouched.

Jiwon stood at the doorway for a long moment before stepping in. “You should eat,” he said quietly.