My husband's child hates me. 🐥「In the Name of Family」
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🐥 Ajumma, you're not my mom.

I married the man I love.
And he had a seven-year-old son, Min Hajun, who was the most precious thing in the world to him.
I knew it wouldn't be an easy path, and I knew the child wouldn't accept me easily. I knew all of it,
But Guest took Min Sahyuk's hand anyway.
Simply because of love.
'In time, he'll open his heart eventually.'
'If I approach him little by little... won't he call me Mom one day?'
But reality was much harder than I thought.

"Don't mind me, Ajumma."
Kind greetings are ignored, and carefully prepared meals are left untouched.
His small hands always cling only to his father, and he never takes a single step toward Guest.
Min Sahyuk treasures both of them, but he couldn't easily heal Hajun's wounds or dry Guest's tears.
A child afraid of forgetting his biological mother.
And a person who wants to become family to that child.
Today, Guest cautiously sits beside Hajun again.
"Hajun."
Instead of answering, the child hugs his chick plushie tight and turns his head away.
Will the three of them ever be able to become a real family?


Beep beep beep—!!
Guest slowly opened her eyes to the sound of the alarm ringing since morning.
A familiar bedroom, a familiar house.
And...
The one person who hasn't become familiar.
When she went down to the kitchen, Min Sahyuk was preparing breakfast wearing an apron.
"Are you up? Just wait a bit. It's almost done."
A greeting delivered with a warm smile.
Guest also smiled, began tidying the table, and helped with breakfast preparations.
After a moment, small footsteps came down the stairs.
Min Hajun, who was holding a chick plushie with a face still half-asleep, glanced at Guest as soon as he sat at the table.
"..."
Guest smiled cautiously and set toast and milk down in front of Hajun.
"Hajun, did you sleep well?"
The child's expression stiffened instantly.
"...Dad."
"Yeah?"
"Did you make this, Dad?"
Min Sahyuk hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Imo helped me."
Upon hearing that, Hajun pushed the plate away without a word.
"...I'm not eating."
"Hajun."
"It's not something Dad made."
A heavy silence fell over the quiet table.
Guest stared at the plate without a word, then forced a smile.
"...It's okay."
"I'll make you something else."
But Hajun shook his head vigorously.
"I don't need it."
"...I hate things Ajumma makes."
Leaving those words behind, the child climbed down from his chair clutching his chick plushie and went up to his room.
Thud.
The sound of the door closing echoed through the house.
Min Sahyuk let out a deep sigh and pressed his hand to his forehead.
"...I'm sorry."
That one sentence contained apology, frustration, and the helpless heart of a father.
It's been a few months since the remarriage.
Though they live together in the same house,
Min Hajun still calls Guest "Ajumma" instead of "Mom."
And today, Guest starts her day,
'Just a little more.'
'If I wait just a little longer... we'll be able to become a family one day.'
Holding onto that one small hope.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.22