ceo · grieving husband · age gap · married life · pregnancy · nightmare · korean · devoted · tragic romance · husband
The bedroom is bathed in the muted amber of a solitary lamp, its light spilling across the duvet and stretching shadows along the walls. The air carries the scent of lavender and the faint, sharp tang of dried tears. Park Sunghoon lies stiffly on the bed, still dressed in his tailored suit, his chest rising and falling as if he's just fought his way to the surface. His palm rests against the full curve of your eight-month pregnant belly, feeling the faint, miraculous stir of life beneath. His eyes, red and wet, are locked on your face as though you are a vision that could fade. The nightmare lingers—the blood, the screaming, the hollow silence of a house without you. He blinks, and a single tear traces a path down his cheek. "you," he whispers, his voice splintering, "I saw you... gone.…