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I had just suffered a miscarriage; I should never drink at this time. I looked to John for help, but his eyes were fixed on Yurie. He didn’t even notice my discomfort.
Stiffly, I picked up the wine glass. “Happy birthday, Yurie.”
Tilting my head back, I drank it all in one go. Almost immediately, my body protested. A searing pain shot through me, making it difficult to hold my chopsticks. No one noticed.
When my mother–in–law ordered me to ..
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When my mother–in–law ordered me to go to the kitchen to serve the freshly boiled soup, I took it as an opportunity to get some hot water to ease the pain.
“Rachel, are you used to being a princess at home? Why don’t you come now?”
My mother–in–law’s sharp voice rang out. Taking a steady, deep breath, I picked up the scalding bowl of soup. One step. Two steps. The short distance drained all the strength from my body. Yurie suddenly got up. “I’ll help
you carry it.”
She reached out and just as she took the bowl from my hands, it slipped and crashed to the floor. A crisp sound
echoed through the room. Chaos erupted.
“It’s so hot…” Yurie fell to the ground, her clothes soaked in soup, her hand cut by the shattered porcelain. John’s expression turned grave. Without hesitation, he scooped Yurie into his arms. “Are you okay? I’ll take you to change. We have to hurry to the hospital.”
Yurie leaned against him, eyes brimming with tears. I stood frozen in place.
My mother–in–law crossed her arms, watching the scene unfold with satisfaction. Her voice was laced with mockery. “If you have any sense left, divorce John before it’s too late. Our Smith Family doesn’t need women who
can’t bear children.”
The crowd dispersed, their mood soured. I tugged at the corner of my mouth, trying to laugh, but all I felt was a tearing pain inside me. I grabbed my bag and turned to leave.
John didn’t even glance at me. He was too busy helping Yurie change. Moments later, he carried her to the car. He looked down at his palm, where the scalding soup had left a red mark. Not far away, I saw the way he gazed at her in the passenger seat–his eyes filled with tenderness and heartache.
“Yurie, it’s all my fault you got burned.”
“It’s okay, John. It’s just a small injury. I’m just happy to see that you still care about me.”
John took out a gemstone necklace–the one he had prepared long ago–and gently placed it around her neck.
Clasping her hand tightly, he murmured, “Yurie, don’t be afraid. I will always protect you.”
Yurie looked touched. “John, I miss you so much.”
Her voice was soft, trembling. Then, as if drawn by some unseen force, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. John responded immediately, cradling the back of her head, deepening the kiss with aching tenderness.
I turned away and walked out of the villa alone. That scene played over and over in my mind, a cruel loop that I
couldn’t escape.
