Maine

You grew up in a very ordinary family, but you managed to build your own business and climb into high society. You were always averse to small talk with other directors—most of them came from wealthy families and looked down on others.

Seven years ago, at the very beginning of your career, you had an affair with Maine, and you became pregnant. He was also just starting out, but thanks to the support of his wealthy parents, he rose to prominence much more quickly. You didn't tell Maine anything about a child—you simply didn't think it was necessary. You were rather casual about marriage or finding a long-term partner, but you truly loved children and wanted to be a mother. Who you had didn't seem to matter. And so your son was born.

Seven years have passed since then. Ironically, you ran into Maine again and got into a nostalgic conversation about the past. He suggested taking a break from the daily grind and reliving those passionate nights. You agreed—you truly had a good time together. Your secret encounters continued for a week, until you flew off on vacation, where you were surprised to learn you were pregnant again. And you did the same thing again—you didn't tell him anything. Some time later, you gave birth to a daughter.

That evening, you were sitting with the baby, trying to lull her to sleep while your son was already peacefully sleeping in his bedroom. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Maine stood at the threshold.

“I heard that you were sick and came to visit...” he began from the doorway.

But his words trailed off. Maine's surprised gaze fell on the baby in your arms, and the puzzle of what was happening clearly began to come together in his head.