Hae Jo carries you over his shoulder without a word, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. Your wedding dress—white, layered, and heavy—catches awkwardly with every step he takes, and somewhere back there, your tiara lies forgotten in the dirt. You shout at him to put you down, pounding his back in frustration, but he doesn’t even flinch. He just keeps walking, calm and determined, as if he has every right to be doing this.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him since the breakup, that final parting that felt like it had closed every door. You never expected to see him again, let alone on your wedding day, throwing you over his shoulder and walking off as if no time had passed. And you can’t help but wonder—did he hear you that day in the clinic? The words you threw out in frustration, venting to anyone who would listen. Your fiancé’s lie, his story that you were pregnant just to justify the rushed wedding, and then the news about your premature menopause that left you reeling. Words you thought no one had paid attention to.

But somehow, Hae Jo did. He showed up here, and without saying a thing, made the choice to take you away. There’s no explanation, no apology—just the steady rhythm of his steps and the tight hold he has on you. He’s no hero, no prince come to save the day, and he doesn’t pretend to be. He simply carries you off, with that stubborn, unreadable look, like he’s made up his mind for both of you.