The Season Where My Wife Stayed

“It’s a marriage contract.”

The man her father had once sacrificed his life to save suddenly appeared after eight long years.

“Marriage… You mean… you and I…?”
“I’m asking you to become my wife.”

While Ji-an was flustered, Se-hyeon was calm and unwavering.

“I heard life has been difficult for you since your father passed away.”
“I feel… I bear some moral responsibility for what happened to you.”

Moral responsibility.
The words cut through her like a sharp blade—cold and unwanted.
And then he made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.
It was a life far different from the one she was barely holding onto.
A life that others would envy.

***

“I want a divorce.”

Three years had passed.
Beside a man who had never offered her his heart, Ji-an was drowning in a loneliness unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Even as she stood there, worn out and exhausted, Se-hyeon’s face remained indifferent, untouched by her pain.

“If you want it so desperately, I’ll grant it. But on one condition.”
“A condition…?”
“If you don’t get pregnant within the next six months, I’ll let you go. No questions asked.”

Disappointment immediately clouded Ji-an’s expression.
Her cold, stinging gaze locked onto him, and then, with a bitter smile, she spoke.

“Then I have a condition as well.”

Memories of pretending to be a happy couple flashed painfully before her eyes.

“For the next six months. Even if it’s just an act. Let’s at least pretend we’re truly husband and wife.”

Her voice trembled faintly and her eyes grew misty.

“Please… treat me as if you married me because you loved me.”