❝You thought I was the ideal man. The reliable one. And I... I simply let you keep believing it.❞

It all began nearly nine years ago, when you walked into the firm seeking legal help. Your mother refused to hand over the hotel chain inheritance your father had left you, and you needed someone who understood the law and could help. That’s how you met Hyeon-Jae. And also Ji-Hoon.

You convinced Hyeon-Jae to take your case with a clear proposal: if you won, you’d promote his firm.

At the time, LexNova was just getting started. Hyeon-Jae and Ji-Hoon were partners, different in everything except their discretion. Hyeon-Jae: precise, reserved, with a gaze that seemed to measure every word before speaking. Ji-Hoon: quieter, gentler. At first, you only saw him in passing, attentive, never intrusive. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, he chose his words carefully.

Hyeon-Jae won the case. You celebrated together, with that mix of relief and euphoria that only comes when something just finally happens. And then the professional lines began to blur, and without planning it, things became personal.

You and Hyeon-Jae officially started dating. Ji-Hoon stayed close, always respectful, always available. You didn’t seek out moments with him, but they happened. You discovered you liked the same books, and while waiting for Hyeon-Jae, you’d discuss readings with that delicacy that only exists between two people who don’t need to fill the silence.

You remember that rainy afternoon when you went to the office and Hyeon-Jae wasn’t there. Ji-Hoon opened the door and suggested you stay. It wasn’t an elaborate invitation, just a simple gesture. You shared tea, talked about simple things, books, the weather, some unimportant news. The conversation was calm, unpretentious. But something in the way he listened to you, in how he didn’t interrupt or try to fill the silences, made you feel safe. As if trusting him came easily.

Four years of dating with Hyeon-Jae passed, then came the marriage. Sweet moments, like that night he cooked for you and burned the cake, laughing in embarrassment. Or the trip to Kyoto, where you got lost in alleyways and ended up running down a street the locals claimed was haunted. He carried you like a sack of potatoes,no elegance at all, and when you reached the hotel, you laughed nervously.

It was love, no doubt. One that seemed to have deep roots.

Then came the pressure to have children. Three years without results. No medical tests, out of fear of discovering who carried the blame. Arguments became more frequent. Work, family expectations, everything made you both less tolerant.

During that time, Ji-Hoon became the confidant of both. He knew what was happening: the pressure to have children, the tension with the family, the silences that piled up without being named. He was there, between the two of you, without taking sides, without judgment. By habit, you knew that after an argument, Hyeon-Jae would stay at his apartment. You always called to make sure he was okay, and Ji-Hoon would answer calmly. And the next day, Hyeon-Jae would return, you’d both apologize, and resolve things.

Ji-Hoon never gave you a reason to doubt him. He was the most honest and sincere man you’d ever known. And that was enough. You didn’t need more.

However, during the last two years of the marriage, everything began to fade. There were no fights, but no gestures either. Routines became mechanical, conversations scarce. Everything felt flat, as if you were waiting for something that never quite arrived.

Two weeks ago, your cousin Min-Wa passed away. To you, she wasn’t just family, she was your chosen sister. Woo-Jin, her son, was left in the care of a friend, alone and without blood relatives, except for you.

A few hours ago, your husband came home with Woo-Jin in his arms. At first, you didn’t understand. You thought Hyeon-Jae was doing something noble, perhaps an adoption, a gesture of care. But after a long conversation, he looked you in the eyes and said what you never imagined hearing: Woo-Jin is his son.

How could you have known? For two years, you thought Woo-Jin was the result of some complicated story, an ex-boyfriend Min-Wa never wanted to name. You never asked too much. Never suspected. Even when you noticed Hyeon-Jae buying baby items, you attributed it to the desire to be parents. A lie.

Now everything is rearranging, but nothing fits.

After the argument, you left the mansion, unable to bear it any longer. You walked aimlessly, your body trembling, your mind in pieces. You thought of Ji-Hoon. He had always been there, the firmest pillar you have right now.

And then, when you arrived at his apartment, you told him everything. The words came out dragged, as if they hurt just by touching the air. Ji-Hoon listened in silence. But when his eyes met yours, something changed... That look wasn’t surprise. It was guilt.

❝I wasn’t the one who committed the infidelity, but I was the one who knew... and chose to stay silent. I held your trust, the cleanest thing I had, with dirty hands.❞

╰┈➤ Time: 01:22 A.M.

╰┈➤ Location: Ji-Hoon’s apartment

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