I Became a Mother (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“Ohh. What kind of room is this?”
Following Seung Yul, she stepped into a space filled with the scent of paint.
Was this an art classroom?
Passing through a studio stocked with easels, chairs, canvases, palettes, and tubes of paint, they reached another enclosed room.
She had assumed it was merely a restroom, but it was arranged like a dressing room—complete with a vanity, clothes, an array of shoes, and accessories.
“Wear this.”
Seung Yul selected shoes, a handbag, and accessories with the exacting eye of a fashion editor.
“Aww, this isn’t right for me.”
So demure, neat, elegant—even feminine.
Anyone seeing her might think she was heading off to a formal engagement meeting, not school.
“All the moms at our school dress like this.”
“Really? The moms at my school didn’t dress like this.”
“When was that?”
Seung Yul grumbled and snapped back irritably.
“So you’re seriously coming to school dressed like that?”
His eyebrows shot up in disbelief, then dropped again—as if he’d just realized the embarrassment she’d bring upon him by asking him to become a mother.
“Fine, I’ll wear it. Just put it on, okay?”
To avoid appearing outdated, Hyo Jin accepted only after being approved in a sophisticated white tweed jacket adorned with pearls and chains, a mini skirt, ivory pumps with dazzling crystal straps, and pearl earrings.
“Tie your hair back in a single ponytail, and don’t wear heavy makeup.”
Only after coaching her on hairstyle and makeup did Seung Yul finally leave the dressing room, satisfied his duty was done.
What? I’m clearly the teacher here—why do I feel like I’m the one being trained?
Staring into the brightly lit mirror, Hyo Jin marveled at her unexpectedly beautiful reflection, then quickly shut her eyes tight as if repenting.
“Heavenly Father, please overlook my sin just this once. Have mercy upon my pitiful state—where I cannot fulfill my duty as a teacher to guide my young student onto the right path, and am instead compelled by emotion to participate in deception…!”
A sharp click sounded behind her as someone opened the door.
“What now? Back again to give me another lecture?”
Assuming it was Seung Yul, Hyo Jin nearly collapsed from shock.
“Gah! Father…!”
Why on earth was her father-in-law here?!
Flustered, Hyo Jin clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle an involuntary cough.
He stood there, expressionless, staring straight through her—which only deepened her confusion.
“I’d like to ask you that myself.”
He closed the distance in swift strides, his thick Adam’s apple bobbing as if about to burst forth like forbidden fruit.
“Yes?”
Crimson light from the ceiling cast deep shadows across his already sharp features.
After his wife passed away, this room had always remained empty.
Faint light had seeped through the tightly shut door.
Drawn by that glow, Kyo Hwan opened the door—and saw Hyo Jin standing there in his late wife’s clothes, as if bewitched by ghostly flames.
“What exactly are you doing in my wife’s room?”
Hyo Jin gasped involuntarily as she swallowed hard.
“Wait—could it be…?”
Unlike Kyo Hwan, who watched her without blinking, Hyo Jin’s dark eyes darted wildly.
Oh my God. So the clothes I’m wearing right now…!
They belonged to the late mistress! I’ve gone insane!
“I—I’m so sorry! I’ll leave right away. I didn’t mean to come in here. I truly had no idea!”
Choi Seung Yul. If it’s your mom’s stuff, just say so!
She gritted her teeth in frustration, yet telling the truth in this situation was impossible.
“You absolutely mustn’t tell Dad.”
How could she pretend she hadn’t heard that?
“He’ll never understand.”
If she confessed, Seung Yul would certainly end up with bruised shins.
Just from his gaze alone, Hyo Jin already felt thoroughly beaten.
Even if telling the truth explained why she’d entered the room, the tutoring contract would undoubtedly be voided.
After all, how could a so-called teacher be played by a nine-year-old’s pretend game?
“I’m really sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Facing him in the confined space, Hyo Jin struggled to lift her feet from the floor, choking with fear.
She cursed herself for being so foolishly entranced by that boss baby that she’d neglected even basic suspicion and stepped into this forbidden territory.
Just as she gathered her tattered spirit and managed to take one trembling step, a large hand clamped firmly onto her shoulder.
“Not again—what now?”
Though his palm burned hot enough to sear her skin, his voice dripped with ice.
“Take it off.”
“What?”
“I said take it off.”
His grip on her shoulder hurt terribly, yet Hyo Jin couldn’t even whimper—the ferocity in his eyes suggested he might pounce and tear the clothes right off her body.
“The clothes you’re wearing.”
“……!”
“They belong to my wife—take them off right now!”
Kyo Hwan’s sudden shout struck her like a slap across the face.
“I’ll take them off! I was going to even without you saying so.”
Damn it—who’d want to wear these stupid clothes?
But she couldn’t even explain it was his son’s fault. The injustice stung so deeply tears threatened to spill.
She’d expected the high salary came with difficulty—but never imagined enduring this humiliation.
“Director, is something the matter?”
Nam Jun Suk, senior secretary, rushed in upon hearing the commotion—Butler Pyo right beside him.
“Did Mother send you?”
Seizing the opportunity, Kyo Hwan approached Butler Pyo, who stood beside Team Leader Nam.
“No. I haven’t even had the chance to greet the elder mistress yet.”
Butler Pyo’s jaw dropped when he saw Hyo Jin standing behind Kyo Hwan, utterly bewildered. Team Leader Nam was just as stunned.
It wasn’t only Kyo Hwan who’d been reminded of his late wife by the sight of her clothes.
“Teacher Bong, what brings you to this room?”
Trying to slip past Kyo Hwan, Hyo Jin found her escape blocked by Butler Pyo—her last hope of retreat incinerated.
“I’m truly sorry.”
“An apology isn’t what’s needed first—explain the situation.”
Kyo Hwan, now somewhat calmer, narrowed his brows sharply, demanding answers.
“Ah—I’d just met your son and was on my way out… um… the house is so vast I accidentally got lost?”
His frown deepened further.
This wasn’t some narrow doorway—it felt wider than the gates of heaven itself.
“Well, I followed Butler Pyo here at first, but when I tried to leave, no one was around…”
“And so…?”
Butler Pyo stared back at her sideways, as if asking, “Is this my fault?”
“No, that’s not what I meant! The door just happened to be open, so I wondered if this might be my room going forward…”
In other words, she’d dared—despite being merely hired staff—to mistake the mistress’s private quarters for her own.
Hyo Jin sensed the silent judgment around her grow even more hostile.
“So what exactly are you trying to say?”
Kyo Hwan cut in impatiently, as if demanding she get to the point.
“I didn’t know! I truly didn’t know.”
If I’d known, would I have done it? Honestly, I didn’t even want to wear these clothes.
“I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ll take them off right now and return everything to its place.”
As she bowed deeply once more, Kyo Hwan’s dry voice fell over her head.
“Follow me.”
“What’ll I do? Am I getting fired already?”
She’d come for an interview—and ended up wearing the dead wife’s clothes. Ugh, she was definitely getting fired.
She should’ve flat-out refused the moment they asked her to play mother.
Left her gallbladder and courage neatly washed and stored safely at home—all for money.
Never expected her overzealousness would land her in such trouble on day one.
“Please go in.”
Team Leader Nam, marching ahead with the precision of a royal guard, opened the door to his office.
Alone with Kyo Hwan in the quiet room, Hyo Jin felt like she stood on a desolate winter plain battered by icy winds.
“I’m really sorry.”
“That’s enough.”
Brushing past her with a cool skin scent, Kyo Hwan sat at his desk and refused even a glance—clearly allergic to excuses.
Hyo Jin bit her lip, watching his elegant fingers tap the screen of a white tablet on the mahogany desk.
“Apologizing too often drains sincerity from your words.”
“Oh… right.”
Now that she’d met him, she realized it wasn’t just their looks that matched.
His aloof aura and sardonic tone were unmistakably inherited from his father.
“How was Yul? My son seems quite fond of you, Teacher Bong.”
She couldn’t comprehend it at all.
“Yul? You mean Seung Yul?”
Good heavens—did that little rascal really say he liked me? Then again, after dragging me into this mess, saying he didn’t like me would be betrayal.
“As my son’s tutor, there are certain things you must uphold.”
Unaware of their hidden dealings, Kyo Hwan handed her the tablet displaying an electronic contract, circling the “Termination Clause” in red to emphasize its importance.
“First, maintain strict confidentiality externally—but keep no secrets from me.”
Professional confidentiality and obligation to disclose.
“Most importantly, never conceal the child’s misbehavior out of fear of my disapproval.”
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Having already violated the first clause behind Kyo Hwan’s back, Hyo Jin snapped to attention.
“Poor child—lost his mother right after birth.”
The professor who wrote her recommendation had urged her to care for him with love, but after meeting Kyo Hwan—the father—she hadn’t felt particularly sympathetic.
What’s so pitiful? Even without a mother, he has a young, rich, and handsome father like this.
Yet after personally experiencing how one sideways glance from him could chill her to the bone, Hyo Jin began to understand why Seung Yul wouldn’t dare tell his father anything.
“Second, don’t let the child manipulate you.”
Oblivious to Hyo Jin’s thoughts, Kyo Hwan finally broke his silence.
“I mean you should rely solely on your competence as a teacher—don’t pander to him with misplaced sympathy or try too hard to win his favor.”
“Oh… right.”
Realizing she’d already broken the second rule too, Hyo Jin bit her lip tighter and nodded silently.
“Third, always preserve the dignity and authority of a tutor.”
“……”
“Since you’ll be constantly with the child, you must manage yourself meticulously to avoid any improper conduct or disrespect.”
“Oh… right.”
She’d already been disrespected and lectured.
“Fourth, always prioritize the child’s health and safety above all else.”
Since she’d already lied—potentially endangering Seung Yul’s life in the eyes of his father—the fourth rule was as good as broken too.
“Lastly, barring force majeure like natural disasters or serious illness, I expect you not to quit midway.”
Kyo Hwan, who’d kept his eyes fixed coldly on the tablet as if unable to bear looking at her, finally raised his head to meet her gaze as he stated this final clause.
“As I’ve said, I don’t want you quitting halfway.”
If you can’t handle it, leave—even now.
“No. Considering Professor Kim Yong Hoon, who recommended me, I absolutely won’t quit midway.”
Unless she got fired outright.
Confident only about this last point, Hyo Jin carefully wrote her full name on the labor contract marked “Party B.”
“I’ll do my absolute best to teach him well, as you’ve placed your trust in me!”
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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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.