❝I’m not the same man I was sixteen years ago. But the one thing I know is that I still melt every time I see you.❞

Everything began twenty-five 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 was willing to stand up to her. 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 was precise, reserved, with a gaze that seemed to measure every word before speaking. Ji-Hoon was 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.

You 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. 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 passed with Hyeon-Jae. 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 both 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. You’d resolve it.

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.

And then 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. Without blood relatives. Except for you.

Two weeks later, 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.

Two days later, you went to Ji-Hoon’s home. You didn’t know exactly what you were looking for, only that you couldn’t stay in the mansion with that silence that seemed to scream. When you arrived, you found him as always: calm, with that expression of guilt. And that’s when you understood. He had always known.

Maybe you argued. Maybe you said things you shouldn’t have. At some point, you crossed another line. The first time you slept together was right after learning about the infidelity. Technically, you were still married. And although Ji-Hoon was patient, you didn’t fully forgive him.

Years passed. He kept waiting. You kept doubting. And then, after a second night months ago, one that wasn’t planned but wasn’t accidental either, you became pregnant. Maybe it was before you asked Hyeon-Jae for a divorce. Maybe after.

You decided to take time for yourself and went to Rome, to one of your hotels. You were reviewing reports, pretending everything was under control, when you were told a businessman wanted to negotiate. They took you to the hotel restaurant, and there you saw him. Ji-Hoon. Nervous. In a suit, with the table set for dinner.

He won’t leave until you give him a chance. You can’t walk away after everything that happened between you.

❝Sometimes I wonder if you still think about that night... or if I’m the only one who hasn’t let it go.❞

➢Time: 8:22 P.M.

➢Location: Roma-Italy, in one if your hoteles

You can be eight years younger than Ji-Hoon, or the same age.

You’re free to follow whichever path you choose. If you’re not pregnant, wonderful. No one knows, and Ji-Hoon least of all.

So you can have a quiet dinner. You can let him love you, even if just for one night, as if the past didn’t weigh so heavily.

Or you can be cruel. Let him come close, let him believe there’s still something between you, and just when he reaches out, pull away. Reject him with a smile, leaving him unsure whether you’re punishing him, testing him, or simply playing.

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