Opening the box revealed a notebook and a booklet. It was a maternity diary and a booklet provided by the hospital.
Stroking the hand-stained items, memories of the past surfaced one by one. Dejung smiled slyly. Truly, it had been a long time, and she was genuinely glad.
For a moment, Dejung put aside her troubled heart and opened the diary.
It contained records from the time when Siwoo started to show signs of a belly until about a year after his birth.
The diary was full of Siwoo and her first moments, the moment they first met, the feeling when he suckled for the first time, the excitement when he first called her “mom.” The diary was filled with their firsts.
Reviewing the old excitement, Dejung flipped through the pages one by one. However, her hand suddenly stopped at a certain point.
“○○ Month ○○ Day.
On the day I decided to start working at Hanbit Architecture Office, Siwoo cried as if the world was coming to an end, refusing to fall asleep. Baby, please let Mom live a little.”
Dejung burst into laughter. Thinking about that time was amusing, yet it was so sad that tears seemed to come again.
For a while, it seemed like both Siwoo and I cried, parting ways in the morning and evening, and every time we met, tears would flow.
Around this time, Dejung thought that she hadn’t written in her diary anymore, unfamiliar and strange handwriting caught her eye.
The neat and tidy handwriting was distinctly different from her own. It seemed more like sentences in the format of work or a letter rather than a diary.
Dejung slowly read the unfamiliar writing.
“○○ Month ○○ Day.
I left Yoo Dajeong at the cold floor of the police station and returned home.
When my son asked when mom would come, I didn’t know what to say, and I felt embarrassed.
All I could say was a promise to bring mom back.
○○ Month ○○ Day.
My son’s constipation is worse than I thought…
I’ve never thought about seeing someone else’s stool, but these days, I see, smell, and feel them every morning.
The smell…
Could it be a serious illness? Without a comparison group, I can’t judge if this smell is normal.
I realized once again that I really love my son.
○○ Month ○○ Day.
I asked Yoo Siwoo if he liked Dad or Representative Samchon (Uncle) better.
Finally, he answered that he likes Dad more.
○○ Month ○○ Day.
I made toast for him, but he said he wouldn’t eat because it was a bit burnt. I tried to convince him that it was still okay, but he wouldn’t even take a bite.
It’s challenging to figure out who he resembles. It’s quite picky.
”
Dejung frowned and chuckled. Now that she thought about it, her mom’s parenting diary included her dad’s diary.
She thought that all the first moments experienced after giving birth to Siwoo were moments only she knew, but now another person was sharing all those special moments with her.
Dejung turned the page. There, a different format of sentences, more like a report than a diary, was written.
“Yoo Dajeong.
Whenever I recall the helplessness I felt when I left you alone in the cold iron bars and turned away, I ponder over what kind of existence you are to me.
It feels empty as if a part of my body has been exposed. So, I imagined being alone with Yoo Siwoo without you. It was really sad.
If you are not there, can we be happy? Probably not.
We promised. To be happy together. Yoo Siwoo is that promise and my vow.
Yoo Dajeong.
When I suggested getting married, many things were incomplete. So, I don’t plan to rashly suggest marriage to you again.
But one day, if I say let’s get married again, it won’t be because I love you to death or because Yoo Siwoo likes it. It will be natural.
If I say let’s get married again, it will be because I am really crazy happy.
Even in moments like this, I can’t help but be a bad guy. Even though you are in the cold iron bars, I like imagining this.
Yoo Dajeong.
I love you. I love you.”
“……. ”
The tears that had accumulated fell onto the neat handwriting with a plop. Dejung unknowingly closed her mouth and swallowed her tears.
The identity of these tears, what it was, could not be understood at all. Dajeong couldn’t control her emotions and burst into tears uncontrollably.
She hastily picked up her coat, her shoulders trembling as she sniffled. In one hand, she held her phone, and in the other, the ring he gave her, tightly gripping both, she rushed out of the room.
“Are you going to Woordeal in the evening?”
“Mom, I’m going out for a bit!”
Without looking back, Dajeong left the house. Tears streaming down her face, she drove the car aimlessly without a moment to wipe her tears.
As Siwoo got out of the car, Junghyuk bent over toward the driver’s seat.
“Manager Min, thank you for your hard work. I’ll take Yoo Siwoo in my car, so you can drive the company car from here to home. If you’ve done something wrong to your wife, apologize.”
“Manager Min, goodbye!”
Siwoo politely gave a belly-button salute, waving his hands cheerfully.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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