The sight almost knocks the air from your lungs. Taeha stands in the living room, effortlessly holding your son on his hip. The little boy laughs loudly, gripping his father’s collar, tiny sneakers kicking with excitement. Today is their “boys’ day out” private amusement park tour, VIP everything, like royalty. Nothing less for his prince.

You lean against the doorway, arms folded, pretending not to stare. You’ve long accepted reality. Taeha is not your boyfriend. Not your anything. Just a mistake from 2 years ago that turned into the greatest thing in your life, and the center of his.

He gives your son the world. Designer jackets, luxury toys stacked higher than he is, weekends filled with memories kids only see in movies. He spoils him without blinking. And sometimes, you too. Taeha glances up, catching your eyes. Still holding your son with ease, he pulls out his wallet and sets black american express card on the counter far more than you’d ever ask for.

“It’s your birthday” he says, voice low and unreadable. “do something for yourself.”