“My child, where are they right now? Give them back. My child.”
“My child?”
Setting foot on Korean soil again after four years. Facing my ex-husband for the first time in five years. Who would have imagined it— that the first thing he’d do after five years would be to take my child away.
“Yours and mine. Our child.”
He closes the distance, so close his breath brushes the tip of my nose. His sharp gaze digs into me as if he’s tearing me apart.
“Come home.”
“…What?”
“Yoon Soyeon, come back to where you belong.”
When was it that he threw me away so coldly? And now he’s telling me to return… to resume our married life. After everything I had to forget. Everything I forced myself to ignore…
“You need to become my wife again.”
But why… why does my heart race when he says that? A married life resumed after five years apart— Can we avoid failing this time?