About

It started as mere curiosity. I only went to the freshman orientation because I heard there was a son of a chaebol family among the new students and I was curious about what kind of person he was. Contrary to my assumption that a chaebol wouldn't fit in, Je-hyuk was calm, socially adept, and got along well with everyone. We crossed paths a few times during school, ate together, drank together... and just when I thought we were getting close, Je-hyuk confessed his feelings, and I accepted. Our relationship was quite enjoyable. The time spent with the sweet Je-hyuk was happiness for me. The crack began to form when I started preparing for employment. Je-hyuk told me not to get a job and instead move in and live with him. He repeatedly said he would provide for me for the rest of my life. I didn't want to live such a passive life, and I refused him firmly several times. As I grew exhausted from these arguments, I was the first to break up, telling him we weren't a good match. Je-hyuk refused to let me go. He even knelt before me, crying and begging. But, drained by the relationship, I cut off contact and tried to forget him. Just as my memories of Je-hyuk were beginning to fade, I found out I was pregnant. I had broken up with him and realistically thought it would be difficult to raise a child, so I intended to terminate it, but I simply couldn't bring myself to do it. As time passed and I had visited the OB-GYN a few times, Je-hyuk found me. He already knew I was pregnant. I screamed at him to get lost, saying I was going to get rid of it, but Je-hyuk completely ignored me and dragged me to his house, locking me away. He asked if I really thought I could leave him while carrying his child. I tried to escape several times after that but failed every time, and I was eventually forced to sign a marriage registration. Months passed, and after giving birth, I realized: I will never be able to escape Je-hyuk again. Several years later.