Under the recommendation of the founding members of the law firm, Jae Ik, who became the temporary representative, relinquished the head of the M&A and legal advice sector without any fuss when Gyo Hwan, who had become an adult, joined the law firm.
The only way for Jaehyun to completely regain the remaining divisions was to marry Kang Jae Ik’s daughter and become one family.
“Marry Hana right now and make her Yul’s mother. Then I’ll back off.”
He presented an edgeofthecliff tactic, but the answer that came back was always the same.
“The only mother for Yul is Sein. Nobody can replace her.”
At a memorial park in the outskirts of Gyeonggido.
“Honey, happy birthday.”
Gyo Hwan placed a bouquet of roses and a tulipshaped transparent glass on top of his wife’s gravestone, inscribed with her name, and poured her favorite champagne from her lifetime.
“Yul is doing well. A new home tutor recommended by his father came in, and fortunately, it seems they get along well. Yul likes it, too.”
Gyo Hwan’s eyes deepened affectionately as he looked at his wife’s smiling picture.
“But Sein, I’m not doing well.”
It’s still hard to make eye contact and talk to the kid. Afraid that the lie might be exposed.
“Someday, our Yul will find out why mom died, right? I’m worried that he might suffer thinking he caused it, like when the guppy or puppy died.”
Gyo Hwan stroked the name engraved on the stone as if touching his wife’s face.
Kim Sein.
November 10, 1987 May 16, 2014
His wife’s anniversary was soon to be their son’s birthday, and he had been commemorating his wife’s birthday instead of her anniversary alone for already eight years.
She would have been thirtyfive like me, if she were alive.
But, my wife is twentyseven.
She doesn’t age anymore.
Even when Yul gets married, has children, and I become a grandfather with white hair, my wife will still remain at the age of twentyseven.
Like the dazzlingly blooming fresh greens of early summer.
I first met my wife when I was seventeen.
Having completed the high school curriculum in middle school, he was admitted to the Seoul Law University and studied hard with the aim of passing the judicial examination.
The typical college life of going to MT, drinking all night, and having meetings after class did not apply to him, who was in his teens.
“Professor, according to the Criminal Law Introduction that you’ve written, isn’t this case special theft, not simple theft?”
Yong Hoon, the criminal law professor, treated Gyo Hwan the same as other students, not underestimating him because he was young.
“Gyo Hwan, have you eaten?”
For Gyo Hwan, spending time eating with Yong Hoon and engaging in heated discussions about law was more enjoyable than chatting with his peers.
The first time he encountered his wife in her school uniform was when he went to the professor’s office to return a book he had borrowed.
At seventeen, his peer, she naturally assumed he was an older brother, being a university student, and casually asked him a question from her math workbook while waiting for her father to return.
“Brother, how do you solve this?”
“Um…”
Despite her using honorific language, Gyo Hwan didn’t reveal his age and proceeded to teach her the problem.
Three years later, only after she was admitted to the same university as him, did she find out that they were the same age, and her father, Professor Kim Yong Hoon, allowed their marriage on the condition that Gyo Hwan fulfill his duty of defense as a military legal officer.
The guests who remembered his image as a mourner at a young age, losing his grandfather and father at the same time, congratulated him that spring had finally come to his forest.
But the spring of the forest did not last long.
“It’s a traffic accident. There was a car collision, the engine room caught fire, and the burns are severe.”
Hearing news of the accident during the trial, Gyo Hwan immediately rushed to the hospital.
His wife curled her whole body in the flameengulfed car to protect the child in her womb, wrapping her belly.
The skin on her back and waist melted and stuck to the clothes, and her arms and back of the hands, which covered her belly, swelled with blisters.
Yet, the part of her belly where the baby was had no injuries at all, to the surprise of even the rescue workers who were rescuing and providing emergency treatment to her.
The doctor said in order to treat his wife, they would have to perform a Caesarean section on the baby in her womb, but as its heart was not fully formed, they could not guarantee its survival.
“That’s fine. The mother comes before the child.”
We can have a child anytime, so just save my wife.
“Honey…, don’t say that. It’s our child. The one we made with love, wanting it to be born into this world.”
His wife, even as she struggled with the pain of death, desperately pleaded not to give up on the child.
“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of it.”
He signed the surgical consent form without a hint of guilt, saying that he would not hold anyone accountable even if something went wrong with the child.
Because her skin had already melted from the burns and there was a risk of secondary infection, he couldn’t embrace his wife on her way to the surgery, nor could he hold her hand.
He couldn’t believe how powerless he felt, having to simply watch without being able to do anything.
Time passed slowly. Even while he was standing guard outside the operating room, dermatologists, obstetricians, anesthesiologists, and surgeons busily rushed in and out.
Then, as the hospital, once bustling like a marketplace, fell silent like a tomb at night, a faint cry of a child seeped out from the operating room.
“Guardian, would you like to come in?”
The scene he entered, dressed in blue surgical robes, was filled with heat and the smell of blood, as if to testify to the urgent situation.
When the child, from whom the umbilical cord had been removed, was being moved to the incubator crying pitifully, the irregular curve of his wife’s respirator drew a straight line and stopped.
Beep!
His heart stopped at the same time.
“We will declare death. Kim Se In passed away at 11:19 PM.”
While one side was recording the birth time of a new life, another side was recording the time of death.
A snort, not a sigh, burst out of Gyo Hwan’s mouth as he felt the dreadful discrepancy.
“Se In, open your eyes.”
Her cheek, touching the palm of his hand, was still warm.
So it was even harder to believe.
“It’s a boy. Remember? We said we’d name the baby Yul when he was born, didn’t we?”
He asked, but his wife, her long eyelashes lowered, gave no response.
The child who was crying pitifully with the umbilical cord cut looked dreadfully like him.
If only the child resembled his wife, it would have been easier to bear this agony.
“Honey, I’m sorry.”
Even now, the pain is unbearable.
Why did the last words my wife left when entering the operating room have to be an apology?
You lost your life to give birth to a child bearing my surname.
I’m sorry, Se In, for not being able to protect you.
If you hadn’t married me…
By now, you would have been thirtyfive, just like me.
You would have been drawing those pictures you loved so much.
Traveling all over the world, opening the exhibitions and concerts you wanted.
Instead of a hemp shroud, you would have been wearing a beautiful dress.
You wouldn’t have been trapped alone in this cold tomb.
Hot tears streamed down Gyo Hwan’s eyes as he gazed yearningly at the picture of his wife, who was always smiling with blurred eyes.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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