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The next day, my mother called after hearing the news of Chairman Baek’s death and ranted for a long time.
“If anyone should’ve died, it should’ve been that fox-like woman! Why did such a good man have to go so soon? The world is so unfair. What kind of fate is this—for him, for me?”
Eun-chae didn’t want to drag out the conversation, so she cut her mother off.
She thought about going to the funeral. But even if she did, no one would welcome her with kind words.
Seok-kyung would surely be furious that she’d left the company and the apartment without a word, and Madam Cha would undoubtedly spew venom.
So she suppressed her desire to see Chairman Baek one last time.
But.
A few days later, when the news covered the procession to the burial site, she saw Seok-kyung on TV—and her heart wavered.
His face was gaunt, lifeless, as he carried his father’s portrait to the car. His shoulders looked unbearably heavy with grief.
This wasn’t the Baek Seok-kyung I knew.
The man who always remained cold and composed, who walked with unshakable confidence—this broken version of him was unfamiliar.
His father’s death had clearly shaken him deeply.
Watching him like this, tears blurred Eun-chae’s vision. She wanted to be by his side, to support him.
In the end, she grabbed her phone and wallet and headed straight to Seok-kyung’s apartment.
But just like that rainy night, she hesitated at the entrance.
She had made the decision to leave him—secretly, without a word, even turning off her phone to avoid contact.
So was it right for her to appear before him now?
Would reconnecting after forcing herself to cut ties only make things worse?
Yet the image of Seok-kyung’s hollow, lifeless face lingered in her mind.
If she pretended not to care, she might regret it for the rest of her life.
With that thought, she steeled herself and went up.
Her heart pounded violently as she rang the doorbell, waiting for him to answer.
But no one came.
He’s not here?
She pressed the bell again. Still silence.
Her confidence waned. Maybe coming here had been a mistake. A foolish act of misplaced sympathy.
Just as she turned to leave—
Click.
The front door opened.
“Seok-kyung?”
A pale face emerged from the darkness, startling her.
His unfocused gaze landed on her.
“Lee Eun-chae?”
“Are you okay?”
“......”
“I heard about your father. I wanted to go to the funeral, but... Then I saw the news today about the burial...”
There was so much she wanted to say, but the words kept stumbling out awkwardly.
As she fumbled, Seok-kyung’s gaze slowly sharpened.
“I just wanted to see your face. To make sure you were okay. I’ll go now—!”
She couldn’t finish.
Seok-kyung yanked her into a tight embrace.
“Don’t go.”
“Seok-kyung... I...”
“Please. I’m begging you.”
What do I do?
She had only planned to see him briefly and leave. But now...
His warm hands gripping her, the sound of his racing heart, the relief in his expression as he held her—it all rooted her in place.
I really shouldn’t be doing this.
As she slowly pulled back from the hug, she looked up at him—then rose on her tiptoes and kissed him.
If it could ease his sorrow, even just a little, she was willing to give him anything.
Even if it was just her body.
Their breaths tangled before parting.
When she pulled away, his cold brown eyes stared down at her—glistening faintly at the edges.
Baek Seok-kyung... crying?
Shocked, she instinctively clutched his collar.
Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry too.
Whether he sensed her thoughts or not, his eyes grew even wetter. At the same time, his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her inside.
Eun-chae wrapped her arms around his neck.
Heat radiated from his palms. His lips crashed into hers again, his tongue slipping past her lips.
Clothes were shed in a frenzy—scattered across the hallway, the sofa, the bedroom floor.
Her hair fanned out across the bed like blooming flowers, like stars scattered across the sky.
“Hng...!”
When Seok-kyung bit and sucked at her neck, a heated moan escaped her.
One hand gripped her breast while his mouth claimed the other.
She bit her lip to stifle the sounds, but they spilled out anyway.
When his mouth left her chest, he expertly pried her lips apart, his cold tongue exploring her mouth.
What if the world ended right now?
Even our ruin would be beautiful.
Lost in the thought, she clung to his bare body.
The crisp, woodsy scent that always clung to him filled her senses. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.
“Ah—!”
Her legs fell open as long fingers slipped between them, stroking her sensitive flesh.
Seok-kyung swallowed her startled cry with another kiss.
Her body melted like ice cream under the sun, her mind hazy with pleasure.
Just as her heart raced wildly, his hand gripped the back of her knee, lifting her slightly before settling between her thighs.
“Ah—!”
“Ngh!”
She twisted at the overwhelming stretch.
Seok-kyung grimaced, brows furrowing, before adjusting himself and sinking deeper.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hold back today.”
He moved quickly.
Their lips crushed together, his tongue dominating hers. She could barely breathe, gasping through her nose.
Every thrust made her hips jerk. When their lips parted, she finally caught her breath—only for the sinful rhythm to continue, leaving her dizzy.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and arms.
Thoughts of the world ending, of ruin—none of it crossed her mind now.
Every nerve was alight, burning until—
Pop.
Like an explosion, everything shattered.
Her limbs trembled. Tears she’d been holding back spilled over.
“Ha... haah...”
Seok-kyung stilled, watching her as she came down from her high.
“You’re trembling inside.”
“D-Don’t say things like that...”
Embarrassed, she covered her face with both hands—but he pulled them away.
“Don’t hide. I want to keep looking at you.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“I missed you.”
A drop of sweat—or was it a tear?—fell onto her cheek.
“I missed you, Eun-chae.”
He had never said her name so softly before. Her heart sank.
“Ngh, don’t squeeze—”
He groaned, his expression pained.
With her hands pinned, she couldn’t cover her face, so she turned and buried it in the pillow instead.
“I told you to let me see you. I missed you.”
“Stop saying that.”
Words like that will weaken my resolve.
I finally gathered the courage to leave you.
“Would you really be okay if I married another woman? Does it really not bother you?”
“W-Why are you bringing this up now?!”
“What do you mean, ‘now’? This?”
He thrust sharply, making her gasp.
“S-Seok-kyung...”
“Answer me. Honestly. Would you really be fine if I married someone else?”
“If... if I said yes? What would change... ngh!”
His slow, deep movements made it hard to think.
“S-Stop!”
She wrapped her legs around his thighs, trying to hold him still. But instead of stopping, he only pushed deeper.
“What do you want?”
“N-Nothing!”
“Liar.”
“Hng!”
Her mind was a mess.
This was unfair. How could he ask such painful questions while they were like this?
“W-Wait...”
“Answer me honestly. Please.”
“Even if I wanted something... could you really give it to me? Even if it’s the position of your wife?”
“What if I could?”
“D-Don’t say things you don’t mean... ngh!”
Seok-kyung stilled, staring down at her intensely.
“I mean it. Stay with me.”
“Seok-kyung...”
Don’t say things that shake my resolve.
“I... love you.”
“W-What...?”
Eun-chae pushed against his chest. For the first time, his body yielded, sliding back slightly.
“You’re all I need. Don’t go.”
“What about your fiancée? The wedding?”
“None of that matters.”
“How can it not matter?”
“I’ll handle everything. So... please. Stay by my side.”
It felt like the sky had flipped upside down. Her stomach churned.
The moment she had given up everything, being offered everything in return was more miserable than never having it at all.
Guilt crushed her chest—the guilt of knowing she had led Seok-kyung to ruin.
“Eun-chae.”
“Stop. I don’t want to hear it.”
She raised a hand, cutting him off.
Pulling away, she gathered her scattered clothes and dressed hastily.
“Lee Eun-chae.”
Seok-kyung grabbed her wrist, his expression stunned.
“Don’t go.”
“No. I’m leaving.”
“I love you!”
“I refuse.”
“...What?”
His hand dropped limply.
Eun-chae looked at him coldly.
It’s not too late. I have to fix this now.
“Stop with these foolish thoughts and marry Ha Joo-eun.”
“Lee Eun-chae.”
“I don’t love you. So don’t throw everything away for me like an idiot.”
“Do you mean that?”
“I do. How many times do I have to say it? There’s someone else.”
Her blank expression reflected in Seok-kyung’s shocked eyes.
Leaving him speechless in his devastation, Eun-chae hurried away.
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