I Became a Mother (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Welcome. I’m Bong Hyo Jin.”
The honored guest, who would soon become family, was Kang Han Na, the announcer from a terrestrial broadcast channel.
Hyo Jin had seen her many times on TV before.
Geez, Baby said she was pretty—turns out he was right?
Following Butler Pyo’s teachings, Hyo Jin bowed deeply to greet her upon arrival at Sangrimwon, carefully draped the jacket the woman handed her over her arm to avoid creasing it, and took the bag dangling from the woman’s fingers with her other hand.
“You must be the new maid. I haven’t seen your face before. Sorry if I don’t remember you.”
“That’s correct—a new face. Seung Yul’s.”
Hyo Jin quickly lowered her chin and cast her eyes down as their gazes met.
“…I’m the young master’s private tutor.”
“Really? His personal tutor is my escort?”
Exactly. I understand perfectly well myself.
“Madam specifically instructed me, saying you’re a very important guest.”
“Mother really can’t help herself.”
Shaking her head, the woman handed Hyo Jin all the shopping bags she was holding and briskly walked ahead on the marble path between the fountains.
“Come in quickly.”
“Mother, I’ve missed you so much!”
The confidence radiating from her as she embraced Ja Hyun without hesitation suggested she’d never once been rejected in her life.
“Why are you only coming now? It’s been ages since Yul returned.”
“I was worried Oppa might dislike it.”
“Dislike it? He’s just been busy.”
Ja Hyun shot Hyo Jin a gentle, warning glance, as if to say this could cause serious trouble.
“It’s fine. People say even those madly in love end up the same after marriage anyway. Isn’t it better to have someone consistent rather than someone who changes after marriage?”
Han Na stuck out her tongue playfully and laughed.
“You get it. Kyo Hwan’s just naturally reserved—it’s not personal, so don’t worry about it too much.”
“Of course. He’s way better than those men who act nice to your face but secretly cheat behind your back. Honestly, I really admire that about Oppa.”
“You really are the only one for him.”
Ja Hyun grabbed Han Na’s hands with both of hers, nails perfectly manicured.
“Now that Seung Yul’s grown, I absolutely won’t delay it any longer this year—so please wait just a little longer.”
“I know. Could you bring that over?”
The woman clicked her fingers toward Hyo Jin, who was holding the shopping bags, signaling her to come closer.
“I bought this while I was in France for an assignment—I thought of Mother.”
A limited-edition scarf and necklace from Ja Hyun’s favorite brand.
“Goodness! Kyo Hwan’s never brought home anything like this, even after business trips.”
“You must have felt so lonely. Once we’re married, I’ll make sure to be the perfect daughter-in-law—look forward to it!”
She spoke fondly, recalling the image of the woman who’d just moments ago grinned sweetly with her arm looped through hers.
“By the way, where’s our Yul? I brought him a gift from overseas.”
“He’s still at school.”
“This late? It feels like just yesterday he was born. He must be smart like Oppa, right?”
“He still has a long way to go to match his father. Didn’t Kyo Hwan already study middle school material back in elementary school?”
“Don’t worry, Mother. Once we’re married, I’ll support him completely. I already told Oppa—I won’t have kids after marriage; I’ll just raise Yul.”
“What are you saying? You should still have children.”
“But what if Oppa ends up neglecting Seung Yul and he feels hurt?”
“Don’t talk nonsense. Do you even know how badly Kyo Hwan wanted a daughter when Seung Yul was born? Se In even called me, feeling hurt—remember? The doctor said it was a boy, and Kyo Hwan’s whole expression changed instantly.”
“Oh, talking about Se In makes me so sad. She never even got to hold the baby she carried. If I feel this heartbroken, how must Oppa feel?”
“It’s such a relief that you understand so well.”
Ja Hyun clasped both hands tightly, eyes glistening with tears.
“Han Na, after you marry, you must give birth to one beautiful daughter who looks just like you. That’ll surely bring Kyo Hwan around.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Teacher Bong, don’t just stand there—please take care of this.”
Unlike the gentle smile she gave the woman, her gaze toward Hyo Jin was utterly cold.
“Mother, what was Oppa like as a child? Was he this reserved back then too?”
Hyo Jin, who had been kneeling by the table sorting boxes and wrapping paper while listening to stories about Kyo Hwan’s childhood, unconsciously slowed her movements.
“He never once raised his voice, even as a child. His grandfather adored Kyo Hwan so much.”
He was so precious that his grandfather, despite his busy schedule, personally taught him the Thousand Character Classic and the Four Books and Five Classics instead of hiring a tutor.
“I still can’t believe that man, who cherished Kyo Hwan so deeply, is gone.”
“I think you’re even more incredible, Mother.”
“Oh, what are you talking about?”
“Without you, could Oppa have achieved all this?”
You gave up the top spot as an announcer just to support your son.
“You’re my role model. I became an announcer all because of you, didn’t I?”
“Oh, you!”
As Lady Min Ja Hyun laughed out loud, her eyes met Hyo Jin’s just as she finished tidying the wrapping paper and stood up.
“Then I’ll go pick up the young master.”
Glancing at the time, it was already 3 p.m.—the end of the sixth class period.
“Come with me.”
“Huh?”
Han Na stood up, calling out to Hyo Jin.
“I miss Yul so much—I can’t wait for him at home.”
“Alright then, go ahead,”
Ja Hyun brightened, clearly approving, but Hyo Jin was utterly flustered.
What if they ran into those parents again like last time? Disaster.
Jeongeum International School, a private foundation.
A luxury sedan glided smoothly to a stop before the circular fountain, finished with natural marble.
Oh no, this is bad.
Hyo Jin, anxiously peering out the window like someone with emotional instability, quickly covered her face with her hair when she spotted Sung Joon’s mother exiting the building with Sung Joon.
“Aren’t you getting out?”
Unaware of the situation, Han Na tugged at the door handle as if asking why she was just sitting there.
“Could you wait inside for a moment? I’ll bring him out.”
In case someone saw them standing together.
“Let’s go together.”
“No, really, it’s not necessary.”
“I’d also like to greet Yul’s teacher while I’m here. Who knows? They might treat him better.”
Hyo Jin forced a smile, her lips trembling slightly.
Where’s Baby? It’s already past time for him to come out.
“Looking for Seung Yul?”
A familiar voice sounded from behind Hyo Jin as she stepped out of the car.
“Hello. I’m Roy. Kim Roy.”
“T-Then I guess I know you.”
Hyo Jin’s heart sank—what if she accidentally called her “Mom”?
“What’s your name? I didn’t get to ask last time. Seung Yul’s mom…?”
“Oh! I’m Hyo Jin. Just call me Hyo Jin from now on.”
Hyo Jin cut in with a bright, forced laugh.
“Okay. Ho Jin.”
“Hyo Jin. My name is Hyo Jin.”
“Ho Jin?”
Ah, you’re one of those who can’t pronounce it properly? Just like how you called Kyo Hwan “Go Hwan.”
“Just call me Bong. Miss Bong.”
“Who are you? Yul’s friend?”
Roy’s gaze shifted from Hyo Jin to Han Na.
“And who are you, ajumma?”
“Don’t you know who I am?”
There’s no way anyone in Korea wouldn’t recognize my face.
“Well, I’m—”
Han Na crouched down to introduce herself, but a cool voice cut in.
“What are you doing here?”
Oh, Baby! My savior.
“Perfect timing. This seems to be your friend—could you introduce us?”
“She’s not my friend.”
Huh—Roy’s mouth dropped open, and even Hyo Jin’s lips parted in surprise.
“Choi Seung Yul! I’m never being your friend again!”
Roy, please don’t go! Seung Yul isn’t saying that because he dislikes you—he’s worried you’ll expose the lie that I’m his mom!
Seeing Roy’s back, hurt as if heartbroken, made Hyo Jin want to cry too.
“Yul, that’s too harsh. You inherited your dad’s emotional walls—total steel fortress!”
Seung Yul clicked his tongue and swatted away Han Na’s hand as she tried to stroke his head.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to congratulate you on your return.”
“Then can you buy me ice cream?”
“Ice cream out of the blue?”
It’s not even summer. But if Seung Yul wants it—
“Sure!”
The moment Han Na cheerfully pulled out her card and handed it to Hyo Jin—
“I want Auntie to buy it herself.”
“What?”
“I want to eat ice cream bought by you—not by Teacher.”
Only then did Hyo Jin realize—this wasn’t really about wanting ice cream. It was a ploy to get rid of Han Na.
She saw Baby’s eyes change the instant Han Na walked away.
“Why did you two come together? What if the moms find out?”
“It wasn’t my idea. Grandmother told me to come along.”
Feeling equally wronged, Hyo Jin raised her voice too.
“But why say something like that to Roy? Look how hurt she was.”
“It’s your fault, Teacher.”
“Fine. Then I’ll apologize.”
Luckily, she had Roy’s contact info.
「Roy, I’m sorry. I said something harsh because I was upset. I really am sorry. ♡♥♡」
Seung Yul raised an eyebrow as he read Hyo Jin’s drafted message.
“Who gave you permission to add hearts? Roy will think I sent this and get the wrong idea.”
“That’s why I’m apologizing.”
“Delete them. She might think I like her.”
Hyo Jin replaced them with a simple ^^ smiley instead.
“Are you kidding? You snap at someone and then send a smiley face?”
“Ugh, then what should I do?”
While they huddled over the phone, lost in thought, Han Na suddenly popped her head in, holding two ice cream cones.
“What secret are you two talking about?”
“Nothing at all.”
Seung Yul frowned as he watched Han Na pop the extra ice cream cone into her own mouth.
“What about yours, Teacher?”
Why ask something so irritating? You get to eat like a human, while I’m reduced to eating like an animal?
“You said you wanted to eat it—you didn’t say Teacher wanted any.”
Han Na genuinely looked baffled as to why the question had even been asked.
“Then you take it, Teacher.”
Han Na looked as though she’d been doused with cold water when Seung Yul readily offered his own cone.
“Seung Yul, I’m fine.”
How could I possibly eat that?
“Really? Then I won’t eat mine either.”
Han Na’s thoughtful gesture was instantly tossed into the trash.
“What are you doing?”
Hyo Jin stared at Seung Yul in disbelief.
“You said Teacher wouldn’t eat it.”
“But your auntie bought it for you.”
“Then why didn’t she buy one for Teacher too?”
Seung Yul grumbled.
“Wait—you’re right. That was my mistake.”
Han Na, who’d clearly assumed Hyo Jin was beneath her, now felt thoroughly humiliated.
“Get in.”
This time, as Seung Yul opened the car door himself and Hyo Jin moved to follow him into the back seat—
“Isn’t that Teacher’s seat?”
Her irritated glare suggested Hyo Jin had just trespassed into the wife-only passenger seat.
“Driver Seo, please go ahead.”
Realizing Han Na was deliberately being spiteful, Hyo Jin chose to step away instead.
“I really need the restroom. I’ll take a taxi and catch up.”
As Hyo Jin shut the door and turned to leave, the car, which had silently started and begun to drive off, screeched to a halt.
“…?”
Before the driver could open the door, Seung Yul had already hopped out and slammed it shut.
“What now?”
“I need to use the restroom too.”
“Baby, seriously—why are you like this?”
My heart’s racing—what if we run into the moms?
“You’re lying again, aren’t you? A teacher shouldn’t lie.”
“Well, you keep putting me in awkward situations!”
“But it’s your seat!”
“But you’ll be my mom soon. Of course I should give it up for you.”
“Not yet.”
“But you will be soon.”
“…!”
“You said you needed a mom—but why treat me like this?”
The real future mom is right here.
“If you act like this, you’ll get bullied by your stepmom after marriage.”
“Next year, our Yul will be moving to England. Don’t make things harder for a kid already struggling to adjust to a foreign country.”
Lady Min Ja Hyun’s words struck deep into Hyo Jin’s heart.
“Don’t try to lecture me. You don’t even care about me.”
Seung Yul stormed past Hyo Jin and headed straight for the school gate.
“Baby, where are you going? Get in the car.”
“You get in the car, Teacher. I’ll walk home.”
Baby! Why are you doing this to me too?!
In the end, when Hyo Jin arrived at Sangrimwon sitting side by side with Baby in the back seat, dinner was already being prepared in the garden.
After sending Boss Baby upstairs to change clothes, Hyo Jin, following Butler Pyo’s instructions, busied herself carrying plates to the table just like any other maid.
Kyo Hwan, who had left work earlier than usual, arrived with Seung Yul—who had changed clothes—and Han Na, walking side by side.
To an outsider, they looked like the perfect, harmonious family. Hyo Jin couldn’t help but be captivated by their flawless appearance.
“Where’s Grandmother?”
Noticing the empty seat despite the fully set table, Kyo Hwan asked.
“Isn’t the evening breeze quite chilly?”
“Then why not eat inside?”
“But it’s already prepared…”
Ja Hyun offered Kyo Hwan a strained smile, eyes slightly narrowed as if to say, “Stop complaining and just sit down.”
“Teacher, can’t you join us for dinner too?”
Hello? Seung Yul! Why are you acting like this toward me?
Startled out of her daze, Hyo Jin shot Seung Yul a sharp look.
This wasn’t about liking her—it was clearly a deliberate attempt to provoke Han Na.
“You’ve never once shared a meal with us since coming to our house.”
‘Baby, shut your mouth—do you really want indigestion? I don’t want to.’
Kyo Hwan, seemingly finding the argument reasonable, turned to look at Hyo Jin, who had started to walk away.
“Please sit. If you’re comfortable.”
“No, really, it’s fine.”
How dare a mere maid presume to share the family table?
Ja Hyun said nothing, but her expression was as bitter as if she were chewing stones.
“Grandma, isn’t it okay if Teacher eats with us? Other teachers have joined us before. Why don’t you ever invite Teacher?”
Boss Baby delivered a precise fact-bomb.
Reluctantly, Ja Hyun—who had been cast as the stern grandmother—conceded as though granting a favor.
“Sit. Our Yul wants it so badly.”
Thin slices of jamón and salad appeared on white plates as appetizers.
For Hyo Jin, unfamiliar with such settings, it felt like facing an unsolvable centuries-old math problem.
Under the table, Seung Yul kicked Hyo Jin’s foot as she reached for her fork.
Again? I’m already nervous enough to die.
‘Ah…!’
Seeing Seung Yul pick up his salad fork, Hyo Jin quickly put down her dinner fork and followed his lead.
“Seung Yul must really like Teacher.”
Hyo Jin hadn’t even noticed when Han Na, seated across from them, muttered resentfully.
“Teacher is kind and explains things clearly. I wish we wouldn’t have to part ways when I go to England—I’d love to keep studying with Teacher.”
Puff. Ja Hyun, who had just elegantly touched her lips to the rim of her wine glass, wiped the spilled wine from her hand with a napkin.
“That won’t be possible.”
Kyo Hwan, placing the decanter back after refilling his glass, looked at Seung Yul gently but firmly.
“Teacher has her own life plans. Just because you want something doesn’t mean it can happen. She’s still unmarried—she’ll need to get married someday.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend, sir.”
No one even asked.
Equally reluctant to part with Yul, Hyo Jin clenched her fists without realizing it.
“Really. No man likes me.”
Unless you count having a son.
“Just put that knife down, would you? It looks dangerous.”
“Huh?”
Noticing Kyo Hwan’s gaze fixed on the knife she’d raised in her right hand, Hyo Jin dropped it in shock.
Clatter. As Hyo Jin bent to pick up the fallen knife, Han Na’s voice drifted down from above.
“Should I introduce someone to you then?”
Han Na, swirling her wine glass and savoring its aroma, lifted the corners of her lips in a sly smile.
“I happen to know someone perfect for you.”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Took back his own words real fast, funny man. Wonder what her message is
He really is a bad father. Kinda sad how he just left his son alone.