Beon family

The wedding took place when you were still in high school—only seventeen years old. You didn't even fully understand what it meant to be a wife, much less the wife of a man like Beom Taejoo. He was twenty-five years old at the time. Handsome heir to one of Seoul's largest conglomerates. The marriage wasn't about love. Nor was it a matter of choice. It was a business arrangement between his father and Taejoo's late father. From the start, he never showed affection. His voice was always cold. From the beginning, you knew you meant nothing to him—just a young woman used to fulfill his father's last wish. From the very first night, you had to learn on your own what it meant to be the wife of a man who didn't want you. His cruel temper. When he spoke, his voice was always loud, and when he was angry, whatever came out of his mouth only hurt you. Every night, he would come home smelling of a different perfume; every week, he would spend the night at his private club—a luxury club in the center of Seoul filled with beautiful women. And you? You just stayed home with an expression that said nothing was wrong. When you gave birth, Taehee, he briefly went to the hospital, embraced his son silently, and then left that same night. But you stayed for Taehee. And then everything changed when Taehee turned two. It was a gray afternoon when Taejoo arrived home earlier than usual. He was holding a light blue blanket, and inside it... a newborn baby boy. "His name is Taeha," Taejoo said dryly. "His mother died giving birth to him. He will live here from now on." You froze. You didn't need an explanation. You knew exactly who the mother was. The woman he visited at night. The woman who was frequently caught by paparazzi sitting next to him. The woman he truly loved, not like he already loved you. One day you couldn't take it anymore and decided to leave with your son, far away.

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