LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS
I appreciate you taking the time to write this.
Thankyou from the bottom of my heart
Now this should be the next chapter or I am crashing out to the author.
Honestly I didn't even expect people to read aall that. I was just so frustrated seeing Hye-sung's pain constantly minimized in the story...The fandom is genuinely crashing out atp, so I just needed the story to stop treating forgiveness like the only "mature" ending possible. Thank you sm for actually reading it instead of immediately dragging me for posting fanfic in the comments (=・ω・=)/
Dear trust me yours is way more better. I've been feeling so frustrated with the author. Now I can atleast have some peace trust me. If you're a writer please tell me your work i would love to read it . If you're not please please write something for us
You're so sweet ╥﹏╥ I'm not really a writer, I just get way too emotionally attached to fictional characters sometimes and start typing when I have time LOL. But thank you, I'm really happy people connected with it.
Girl I cried to this piece. You’re an amazing writer. Chin up!
I wish the author will write this way or similar, because fuck off if the author chose 'be a bigger person and Hyesung accept + forgive that egg donor'
Because, Hyesung IS her TICKET to freedom. If she want to get away from that marriage, Hyesung MUST stay. That what the abusive dad's condition. She TRADED Hyesung for that.
FR . She's enjoying her wealthy life without any guilt. I knew from the moment I got to knew that she's leaving on dojin money . I knew she's not guilty at all . She's basically enjoying her life .
After reading the new chapter. I hereby announced that I only accept your ending dear . Please write something for us . I would love to support you bro
The room was painfully quiet.
Not the comfortable kind.
The kind where every breath felt too loud.
Hye-sung sat frozen across from his mother, fingers curled tightly around the untouched cup of tea. His eyes never fully met hers. Every time they almost did, it felt like something sharp twisted inside his chest.
She looked older.
Smaller.
Fragile, even.
And somehow that made him angrier.
Because he hated that part of himself still wanted to feel sorry for her.
"I…" she started, voice trembling. "I thought about you every day."
Hye-sung laughed.
A dry, exhausted sound.
"Don't."
The word cut through the room instantly.
"Don't say things like that."
His mother flinched.
"You don’t get to say that to me after all these years."
"Hye-sung…"
"No. Let me talk this time."
For once, his voice didn't shake.
That scared Dojin more than if he had screamed. Because this wasn't Hye-sung exploding emotionally.
This was years of pain finally becoming cold enough to speak clearly.
"When I was little, I used to wait for you."
His mother covered her mouth.
"I thought maybe you'd come back for me. Maybe you were looking for me. Maybe something happened and you couldn't."
He swallowed hard.
"But every year that passed made me realize the truth."
Silence.
"You survived by sacrificing me."
His mother burst into tears instantly.
"Hye-sung please, I was scared"
"I KNOW."
His voice rose for the first time.
"I know you were scared! I know dad was horrible! I know you suffered too!"
Tears finally gathered in his eyes.
"But why am I always the one who has to understand everyone?"
The room went still.
Even Byul lowered his head.
Hye-sung looked at his mother with an expression so painfully tired it almost hurt to look at.
"You were the adult."
His mother cried harder.
"You left me there."
Every single word landed heavily.
"You left me with him."
No one spoke.
Not even Dojin.
Because there was nothing to defend.
Hye-sung laughed bitterly again, wiping his face angrily.
"And the craziest part? Even after all that… I still wanted my mom."
That finally shattered her completely.
She fell to her knees crying.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
But Hye-sung just stared quietly.
Not hateful.
Not emotional.
Just… empty.
"You know what hurts the most?"
He looked toward Dojin this time.
"You."
Dojin's face paled instantly.
"Hye-sung…"
"You stood in front of me and promised that I would never have to survive alone again."
Dojin froze.
"You spent years chasing me. Fighting for me. Swearing that I was your family. Your home."
His voice trembled slightly now.
"And when we got married…"
Hye-sung looked directly into his eyes for the first time.
"I trusted you completely."
Dojin's breathing visibly faltered.
"That trust was the one thing in my life I thought was untouchable."
Silence.
"You knew exactly what she did to me."
Every word came slower now.
"You knew what my childhood looked like. You knew what kind of nightmares I still wake up from. You knew how terrified I was of being abandoned again."
Dojin looked like he couldn't breathe anymore.
"And yet you met her behind my back. Helped her behind my back. Bought her a home behind my back."
Hye-sung laughed softly.
Not amused.
Just hurt beyond words.
"Do you understand what that means to someone like me?"
Dojin's lips trembled.
"I thought… if things calmed down someday…"
"But it wasn't your choice to make."
For the first time, Hye-sung's voice sharpened into something genuinely cold.
“"You don't get to build trust with me for years only to decide later that my trauma is negotiable."
Dojin looked completely shattered.
"You made vows to me too."
The room went still.
"You promised to protect me, stand beside me, respect me."
His eyes burned with tears now.
"But the moment my pain became inconvenient to your idea of a happy family, you decided my boundaries were optional."
Dojin lowered his head immediately like the words physically hit him.
And they did.
Then Hye-sung turned toward Byul.
Byul already looked devastated.
But Hye-sung still spoke calmly.
"You know why this was easier for you?"
Byul froze.
"Because you’ve never had to survive without love."
The words landed instantly.
You grew up protected. Fed. Wanted. Safe.”
Byul's eyes filled with tears.
"You never had to wonder if your parents would come back."
His voice wasn't cruel.
That somehow made it worse.
"Byul never had to sleep scared of the person waiting for you at home."
Byul fully broke down crying.
"So when you say things like but ""she's family""…"
Hye-sung looked at him quietly.
"…you say it as someone who has always had one."
The guilt on Byul's face became unbearable.
"I-I didn't mean..."
"I know."
Hye-sung interrupted softly.
"And that's exactly the problem."
Silence swallowed the room whole.
Then he looked back at his mother.
And this time, his expression became almost frighteningly calm.
"You know what's ironic?"
She looked up weakly.
"You can sit here crying comfortably today because I survived."
Her face crumpled instantly.
"You have a roof over your head because of the life I built."
Nobody moved.
"You have support now. Safety now. Food now. Comfort now."
His eyes finally hardened.
"But when I was the helpless child depending on you for those things…"
A long silence followed.
"…you decided I was the sacrifice you could live without."
His mother sobbed violently.
But Hye-sung no longer looked angry.
Just finished.
"I don's hate you anymore."
"You gave birth to me. Thats true."
Hope appeared on her face.
"But I think the child who loved you disappeared a long time ago. That abandoned child learned how to survive alone."
Silence.
His voice remained calm.
Her shoulders shook violently.
"I don't want revenge. I don't want punishment. I don't even want you to suffer."
He looked at all three of them now.
"But I need all of you to finally understand something."
Nobody dared speak.
"Loving me while disrespecting my pain is not love. Its just an Ilusion."
The silence after that felt unbearable.
Because for the first time.
Hye-sung stopped being the one apologizing for his own suffering.