Haa, haa, haa, haa.
He couldn’t remember how he’d ended up at Delights. Seol Yu-jin panted, his shoulders heaving. His face was flushed bright red, completely soaked with tears. No. That can’t be true.
Yu-jin repeated the same words he’d been mumbling to himself countless times before. My Winny would never do that. He would never leave me for someone else… Never. That’s impossible!
“Please, let me see him.”
Yu-jin clung desperately to the security guard at the front gate, pleading with him.
“Please, just once—just this once… Please tell Winston. Tell him Yu-jin is here. If he hears that, he’ll definitely come out to see me. I’m begging you… please…!”
Even then, Yu-jin still believed. He was convinced it had to be a misunderstanding. That Winston would never abandon him.
He didn’t know what the misunderstanding was exactly, but he was sure that if they could just talk, Winston would believe him.
The guard, looking uncomfortable, reluctantly picked up the phone. The few seconds that passed felt like an eternity—Yu-jin’s blood ran cold as he waited for the answer. Finally, the guard ended the call and opened his mouth with obvious reluctance.
“They’ll come out to greet you soon, so just wait a bit. He can spare about five minutes…”
“Thank you, thank you!”
Before the sentence was even finished, Yu-jin bowed again and again like a man possessed. I’ll finally see him. My one and only love… That alone filled him with overwhelming joy.
As the car came to pick him up and drove him across the wide estate garden, Yu-jin’s mind spun with a thousand thoughts. How is Winston doing? Has he gotten better? What should I say first? Should I tell him I missed him? And then…
Absentmindedly, Yu-jin laid a hand over his stomach. The moment he did, he felt the car begin to slow. He had arrived at Delights. Taking a deep breath, he followed the butler’s lead into the house.
The butler led him into the same parlor where he had once waited for Harold. After ushering him in, the butler disappeared, leaving Yu-jin alone, pacing anxiously around the room. The atmosphere in the house was oddly chaotic. Outside the mansion, one luxury car after another was pulling up, and a constant stream of laughter and conversation drifted in, creating a gentle buzz. Everything about the lively mood hinted that something good was happening—but for Yu-jin, that only made his unease grow.
I just want to see Winston.
That was the only way to shake off this gnawing anxiety. There had to be some mistake in what the newspaper said. No way. This can’t be an engagement party. There’s no way Winston would get engaged to someone else. Not after everything…
As he nervously wiped the cold sweat from his palms onto his pants, the sound of the doorknob turning made him freeze. Yu-jin’s head snapped toward the noise in surprise. The door opened slowly, and a faint, sweet scent drifted in.
Ah…
His lips relaxed into a soft smile, and his face lit up with joy. His heart pounded as he waited with wide eyes for the person to appear. But the moment the man stepped through the doorway, Yu-jin burst into tears.
“Winnie…!”
He wanted to rush over and throw his arms around him, but he stopped in his tracks when something unfamiliar caught his eye. Winston was still using crutches. He’s still not well… His chest tightened.
A crushing sadness engulfed him, but he couldn’t bring himself to offer any words of comfort. Winston’s expression as he looked at him was ice-cold. That steely gaze pinned Yu-jin in place—his feet refused to move. A chill ran down his spine for reasons he couldn’t explain, and with great effort, Yu-jin finally opened his mouth.
“How… how’s your body holding up…?”
“Fine.”
The flat reply made Yu-jin breathe a sigh of relief, clutching at that one piece of good news. He cautiously asked again.
“The crutches… what happened? Don’t tell me you still…”
“It’s fine. I’ll be walking without them soon.”
It was a reassuring answer once more, but Yu-jin couldn’t take comfort in it. Winston’s demeanor was far too cold. The chill in his tone left Yu-jin faltering, unable to speak to him the way he used to.
“…Um.”
His tongue felt stiff, like it had turned to stone, but he somehow managed to squeeze out the words.
“Are you… mad at me?”
“Me?”
Yu-jin had to take a deep breath to say what came next. If he didn’t, he’d break down in tears right then and there.
“Because of me… you almost… d-died.”
Just thinking about that day made him want to cry all over again. Remembering Winston losing consciousness, bleeding out right before his eyes—it still hurt so much, he didn’t even know how to put it into words. If only it had been me instead… The same thought he’d repeated to himself a thousand times echoed again as he whispered,
“I’m sorry, Winston. It must’ve hurt so much…”
He tried to steady his trembling voice, but it was no use. That was all he could say before he had to catch his breath—and then Winston finally spoke.
“Yu-jin.”
“Yeah…”
Holding his breath, he focused on Winston’s words.
“Is that all you came to say?”
A heavy silence stretched between them. Only then did Yu-jin remember why he had come all this way. He didn’t want to believe it was true—but he had to ask. Swallowing hard against the dryness in his throat, he forced out the words, his vocal cords straining like they might tear.
“The en-engagement… Is it true? With Evelyn?”
Winston said nothing. He simply stared at Yu-jin. But that expressionless face said more than a thousand words ever could.
“How…?”
Tears welled up again, too quickly for him to hold back, and Yu-jin cried out in anguish.
“How could you do this?! You said you loved me…! You said I was yours!”
He was trembling so violently he could barely stand, but still, Winston’s attitude remained cold and unshaken. No reaction. No explanation. Just turned his back and started to walk away.
In a panic, Yu-jin sprinted after him.
“W-Wait! Don’t go!”
The thought of Winston leaving him forever erased everything else from Yu-jin’s mind. He dropped to his knees, clutching at Winston’s leg, begging desperately.
“Don’t go, Winston. Y-You can marry Evelyn. I’ll endure it. Just let me stay by your side… I’m okay with that, really!”
Winston’s brow furrowed deeply, and his once cold expression froze.
“So now you prefer being the mistress? What was all that jealousy over Evelyn about, then?”
Had he said something wrong? A chill crept through Yu-jin’s heart, but he didn’t know what the right answer was. So he offered the only solution he could come up with.
“I don’t care if I’m just the mistress… I won’t even get jealous anymore. Evelyn suits you better anyway.”
Just let me stay by your side.
That was all Yu-jin wanted. But all he received in return was a breathless, incredulous sigh from Winston.
“W-Wait, Winston! I was wrong! It was all my fault, everything—I’ll admit it, just please forgive me!”
You’re all I have. Yu-jin clung to him with all his strength, looking up at his lover with pleading eyes. His face was a mess, drenched in tears. Once upon a time, Winston would’ve panicked at even a single tear from him. But now, he simply looked down with an unreadable expression, no emotion in his eyes.
“What was?”
The low voice froze Yu-jin in place. He couldn’t answer right away. What does he want me to say? He racked his brain in a panic, but before he could find the words, Winston asked again.
“What exactly did you do wrong?”
What should I say to make him forgive me? That was all Yu-jin could think about. He had to hold on to Winston, no matter what.
“…I…”
Forcing himself to speak, Yu-jin swallowed hard. This was the only card he had left.
“I’m pregnant.”
As he finally confessed, Winston stared down at him in silence. Yu-jin kept going, voice shaking.
“It’s your child.”
“Tch.”
Winston scoffed. A short, bitter laugh escaped his lips, and Yu-jin stared up at him, stunned. As he slowly loosened his grip on Winston’s leg, the man looked down at him, that mocking smile still on his face.
“You come to me pregnant with a kid whose father you don’t even know… and expect what, exactly?”
For a moment, Yu-jin thought he’d misheard. He blinked blankly—then his eyes went wide as Winston’s words fully registered.
“What are you saying? I told you—it’s yours!”
Yu-jin scrambled to his feet, protesting in a rush. He had never imagined this. Never even considered the possibility that Winston would deny the child. But this, too, was reality. Winston now glared at him, teeth clenched.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“It’s true!”
Yu-jin couldn’t contain the injustice any longer and shouted back.
“It’s your child! The baby inside me is yours!“
At last, on the verge of breaking down, he pleaded through trembling lips.
“I love you, Winston… Please, why won’t you believe me?”
He reached out with both hands, clinging to him with raw desperation—when suddenly, Winston, who had been glaring at him with terrifying eyes, shouted in a furious voice.
“You slept with my father!”
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