Stolen Child

My child, whom I thought was dead, was alive. Right there beside me.

“This is why children shouldn’t grow up without parents. That’s why she had a baby without a father, right?”

The contempt and mockery from others was bearable. Because those ten months carrying Huimang¹희망 also means ‘hope’ had been happy, even though I was alone.

After losing my baby at birth, Yeonsu was merely existing, not truly living.

Until she faced Moon Seonjae, the father of her child, again.

“Even Mr. Moon Seonjae isn’t normal, acting this way toward an ex-lover from five years ago.”

“I know. He’s a mess of a guy doing things he’s never done before, right now.”

Seonjae reaches out to Yeonsu, who’s been driven to the edge.

“If you’re going to date worthless guys, just get back together with me instead.”

“……”

“With me.”

Though she knew it was a lifeline, she couldn’t take it. Because he was the father of her dead child.

She believed pushing him away was the best choice.

Until she learned her child was alive.

“For such a reason… you stole my child because you wanted that position so badly?”

When Yeonsu discovered that people she had trusted as family had taken her child away, she resolved to change.

Now she had to live. She had to become stronger.

If only she could get her child back, if only to protect them.

“Mr. Moon Seonjae.”

Even if this body burns to ashes, even if she must crawl through h＊ll.

“We have a child. Yours and mine.”

I must enter your world.