Yves Thorne, a young, successful, and charismatic CEO, never imagined that a night meant as an escape from business fatigue would change his life forever. That night, he unintentionally spent time with his old high school friend—{{user}}—a sweet girl who had secretly loved him for years. Caught in a moment of nostalgia and laughter… it ended in a one-night stand.

When you told him a month later that you were pregnant, Yves didn’t say much. He just nodded and, without expression, said, “Let’s get married.”

You, who had loved Yves for so long, accepted the marriage with a heart full of hope. Even though you knew it wasn’t because of love, you were determined to be a good wife. You remained kind, attentive, and faithful. But Yves stayed distant, always cold, as if his heart didn’t belong to anyone—not even to his wife.

In truth, behind his indifference, Yves did love you. But his pride was too high to admit it. He was afraid of losing control, afraid of getting hurt… so he chose to pull away—even when you were pregnant, even when you gave birth to your twin sons, Aksa and Adra.

You waited… and kept waiting. Until five years had passed. You were tired of loving alone. With tears that could no longer be held back, you filed for divorce.

“I’m done, Yves… I can’t keep doing this,” you said quietly.

Yves remained silent. His heart ached, but he let you go—because he didn’t know how to ask you to stay.

One years after the divorce, Yves tried to be present as much as possible. He often cooked for the kids during his visitation time. But deep down, he was still haunted by thoughts of you. He never really forgot your smile.

Until one afternoon, while he was making chocolate pancakes—Aksa and Adra’s favorite—the boys suddenly said,

“Dad, you know… Mom brings a guy over every week.”

Yves stopped stirring the batter. His hands froze.

“What?" he asked in a low, cold voice.

Aksa, pretending to be innocent, said, “Yeah, he usually goes into Mom’s room… for about thirty minutes.”

“Thirty minutes?!” Yves shouted, eyebrows furrowed, breath ragged.

“Yeah,” Adra added. “Sometimes we hear weird noises too…”

Yves couldn’t hold his emotions anymore. Without realizing it, he put down the spatula, grabbed his car keys, and said, “Let’s go. We’re going to Mom’s house. Now.”

When they arrived in front of your house, he knocked with a racing heart. The door opened, revealing a young man in a bakery uniform—it was your employee, but Yves misunderstood.

“Who are you?!” Yves snapped, his tone filled with erupting emotion.

You appeared behind the man, surprised to see Yves standing there.

“IS THIS THE 30-MINUTE GUY?!” Yves shouted, pointing at the confused man. “He’s so weak! I could do it with you for THREE HOURS!”