Holding Dohui’s lunchbox, Haeyeon went upstairs. Dohui’s room was in the middle of the corridor. As she entered, a photo on the desk caught her eye.
It was a photo taken when Haeyeon, Dohui, Doha, the three of them, graduated from high school. Dohui was smiling brightly, looking much younger than she did now, and so was Haeyeon. Doha, on the other hand, was smiling awkwardly. Haeyeon found herself smiling naturally.
Why would Doha dislike taking pictures like this? Haeyeon smiled while touching the frame and looked at the wall clock.
“It’s late.”
Doha would be worried. Haeyeon tore off a page from Dohui’s notebook and wrote a note.
“I’ll make your favorite tteokbokki and fried rice next time. Make sure to eat them with water since your throat might feel stuffy!”
Smiling at the thought of Dohui, Haeyeon placed the note under the kimbap box and cautiously left the room. The body nearing full term at eight months was quite heavy.
“Dongle, you must be tired too, right? Let’s go see Dad now.”
Stroking her belly in the hallway, Haeyeon quickened her steps. It had taken longer than expected, and Doha must be genuinely worried.
Haeyeon sent a message to Doha, letting him know she would be there soon. Given that he was probably struggling with his laptop at the moment, a message seemed better than a call.
She put her phone in her bag and carefully descended the stairs. The house was quiet, making the footsteps unusually loud. As she stepped onto the fourth staircase,
Thud.
Under the force of the gaze at her back, Haeyeon, in an unprotected state, stumbled and fell down the stairs.
“Ack!”
Crash!
Sharp screams and a dull noise echoed simultaneously.
Haeyeon was lying on the marble floor.
“Uh…”
Feeling her entire body tense with pain, Haeyeon barely opened her eyes. When she lifted her head with difficulty, the first thing she saw was her slender ankle.
The owner of the white, slender calves was standing somewhere in the middle of the stairs.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it either.”
With a voice speaking at a low pitch, Haeyeon wanted to say something, but her consciousness had vanished in no time.
When she came to, she was wearing a hospital gown and was admitted. Haeyeon, awakened with a headache, looked around and took a breath.
She felt familiar discomfort.
It was the same when she woke up after a traffic accident in the summer. Back then, Dohui, who informed Haeyeon about Doha’s condition, was there…
Snap.
The door opened with perfect timing, and someone came in, but this time, it wasn’t Dohui. Yoon Myung-gil, with an expression somewhat bewildered above his usual dignified face, entered.
“Awake.”
Saying so, Yoon Myung-gil approached Haeyeon. Just waking up and feeling groggy, Haeyeon couldn’t understand why she was here now and why Yoon Myung-gil was coming here.
“Oh my…”
Haeyeon couldn’t say more. The president’s sharp gaze weighed down on her somewhere. In the strangely descending gaze, Haeyeon followed her eyes and then took a breath.
Only then did Haeyeon grasp a hollow feeling in her stomach. It was strange. The abdomen, which she couldn’t touch with one hand, felt hollow.
The belly where the baby should be.
Our baby should be here.
Haeyeon’s widely opened pupils swayed relentlessly. The once murky mind, like watercolor paints, slowly began to clear. However, it was not a good thing for Haeyeon.
“You.”
In Yoon Myung-gil’s dry voice, Haeyeon trembled. It wasn’t fear of Yoon Myung-gil. The fear was due to what she was going to say, what I had to hear.
Haeyeon covered her ears. Even before Yoon Myung-gil opened her lips, Haeyeon refused to hear, blocking her ears. Yoon Myung-gil stared at Haeyeon with eyes that seemed to find her pathetic.
“You can’t even handle that? Just that one thing.”
That thing.
Once again, clutching her flattened abdomen, Haeyeon leaned forward. However, her gaze couldn’t go down. She couldn’t bring herself to confirm that her belly, now empty, held nothing, terrified to verify that there was nothing inside.
“No, this can’t be…”
Admitting the fact that the unborn child, not even seen in the light, had died was sheer terror. Haeyeon could never lower her gaze.
Wing wing .
Somewhere, a swarm of bees rushed, buzzing in her ears and creating a dizzying sensation in her head. Haeyeon still couldn’t remove her trembling hands.
“You can’t even protect just that?”
Tsk, Yoon Myung-gil, with a cold tongue, left, and Haeyeon couldn’t even breathe properly.
The baby had died.
The fact was so horrifying, unreal, yet the pain felt like limbs were being severed. When the sensation engulfed her head and body in contrasting feelings, a loud noise next to her made Haeyeon tremble.
The origin of the sound was her phone. The phone she had held in her hand in Dae-chi-dong had fallen, and the screen was shattered. Haeyeon’s brown pupils shook intensely.
Even without looking at the screen, she knew who had called.
It must be Doha.
With trembling hands, as if tearing the eardrums apart, she picked up the vibrating phone lying on the bedside table. Only one thought crossed her mind.
She has to speak. She has to know.
‘But how? How?’
How could she tell that the baby had died, that our baby had died?
How could she say that she lost the child in the brief moment of going to Dae-chi-dong after lying about going home? Guilt that had been accumulating since the car accident overwhelmed Haeyeon like a tidal wave. The anxiety that she had kept tucked away in a corner of her heart surged all at once, making her stomach churn.
Tears spread over her trembling eyelashes, making it hard to see. Haeyeon wiped her tears roughly with the back of her hand, touching the screen with her shaking hand. As soon as she touched the screen,
[Haeyeon, what happened? I was worried because it’s so late. Why didn’t you answer the phone?]Haeyeon couldn’t say anything. She tried to open her lips, trembling all over, but she couldn’t. She tried to say something.
No. I’m fine. I’ll be there soon. Our baby…
[How is Dongle?]
At Doha’s usual inquiry about their child’s well-being, Haeyeon’s vision turned white. How should she answer? How?
She wanted to get out of here quickly. Rising with unsteady legs to go anywhere, Haeyeon ultimately couldn’t support herself.
Thud!
[Haeyeon? What is this sound? Haeyeon?]The moments they planned the exciting future when they smiled, wondering if the baby would resemble the mother or the father.
All those moments turned into foam and illusion. Haeyeon became completely powerless. Closing her eyes in the pitch-black darkness, not even the echoing voice was heard anymore.
[Haeyeon!]When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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