"Mommy, where are you going?" Lily and Valentina asked their mother, their innocent eyes wide with curiosity. Jan Di looked around the table where her friends were waiting, their expressions expectant and a little anxious, and she felt the weight of their gazes. Ji Hoo, ever the protective figure, still held her hand tightly, his grip both warm and possessive.

"I am going to see a friend of mine," she replied nervously, her heart fluttering at the deception. In truth, she wasn't going to see a friend; her destination was far more complicated: she was meeting her husband. "He is outside the house, waiting."

"He? Jan Di-ah," Ji Hoo interjected, seemingly oblivious to his girlfriend's presence next to him. He lifted Jan Di's hand gently, cupping her cheek, his touch igniting a whirlwind of emotions inside her. "The city is no longer safe, especially at night. If it's a he, you should invite him inside."

A shiver of unease washed over Jan Di, not just from Ji Hoo's concern for her safety but by the intensity of his gaze and the softness of his caress. She instinctively pulled her face away from his touch, locking eyes with Ye-jin, Ji Hoo's girlfriend, who was watching the scene unfold with an icy stare that made Jan Di feel even more self-conscious.

"Ji Hoo Sunbae, I can take care of myself," she replied, attempting to assert her independence while feeling the weight of the unspoken tension hanging between them.

Jun Pyo, ever the instigator, rose from his seat and suggested with a grin, "Invite your friend to join us." His tone was light, yet it sparked a flicker of discomfort in the air.

"No thanks," Jan Di responded, shaking off Ji Hoo's grip as she sensed the charged atmosphere in the room growing heavier. Ye-jin's eyes narrowed at Jan Di's rejection of Ji Hoo's comforting touch, a moment of satisfaction crossing her face. Jan Di realized she had stumbled into a tangled web of emotions that she didn't quite understand.

Meanwhile, Ji Hoo felt a pang of disappointment at Jan Di's withdrawal, a hurt that echoed through him. Since her return, she has been different—more distant, more cautious. Her reluctance had initially been bearable, but the memory of that stranger who had kissed her at the museum gnawed at him, stirring something deep within that was both vulnerable and confusing. He was grappling with feelings he hadn't wanted to entertain: jealousy, protectiveness, and an unfamiliar longing.

As his mind swirled with these thoughts, Jan Di's phone chimed with a new message. Curiosity piqued, and Ji Hoo unconsciously leaned in to catch a glimpse. To his perplexity, the message was written in a language he didn't recognize—neither Korean nor Chinese nor English. 'What language is that?' he mused, confusion mingling with a deeper anxiety.

Noticing his gaze fixated on her phone, Jan Di quickly pulled it away, a sly smile creeping up on her face. She was grateful Ji Hoo didn't understand the language. It was a small nugget of personal security in a world that felt increasingly uncertain. With a carefree flounce, she walked away, leaving her friends in hushed curiosity.

"Where is she going?" Ga Eul asked, her brow furrowed in concern as she turned to Ji Hoo.

"I don't know. I tried to get a glimpse of the message, but it was in another language," Ji Hoo replied with a sigh, retreating back to his seat at the table, his mind still consumed by thoughts of Jan Di. He studied Lily and Valentina, her daughters, who bore an air of mystery with their striking blue eyes and blonde hair—features that didn't seem to belong to Jan Di, who had dark hair and brown eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Ye-jin probed, her sharp gaze fixed on Ji Hoo as she noticed the puzzled expression etched on his face.

"I'm just curious about where Jan Di's daughters got their blue eyes and blonde hair," he replied, his intrigue deepening. "And I wonder how Jan Di developed such a fluent accent in English."

Ye-jin nodded, sharing his curiosity. "Maybe Jan Di's husband has a mixed heritage that explains their unique features," she suggested, igniting a flurry of theories in Ji Hoo's mind. Each possibility only fueled the fire of questions he dared not voice. 'Is Jan Di married? How come she's not wearing any rings? What happened to her? Why does she seem so distant?'

A whirlwind of emotions spiraled through him as he wrestled with the fractures in their friendship, afraid of what the answers might unveil.

"I wonder who that friend she has gone to meet is." Jae Kyung chimed in, breaking the thick silence.

"Yeah," Yi Jeong added, his brow furrowing in thought. "And why is she being so secretive about it?"

Woo Bin nodded, concern creasing his forehead. "It's like she's hiding something from us," he observed, the weight of uncertainty settling over the group.

"Maybe her secret is in her belongings?" Jun Pyo ventured, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We can check it out before she gets back."

An electric tension surged among them, a cocktail of curiosity, intrigue, and the unshakeable feeling that Jan Di's return was far more complicated than any of them realized.


"No!" Ye-jin exclaimed, her chest rising and falling at a high speed with each word she spoke, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. "You guys have been acting strange for over a month now. If she is your friend, she should be open and transparent about her life. Why do you care about her friends? What she is doing? Whom she is kissing? Let's respect her privacy and trust that she will share what she wants when she's ready." Her voice was strong and unwavering, determination lacing her words. "Invading her personal space could damage your friendship irreparably." Her eyes sparkled with indignation as she stood firm, feeling the weight of her convictions.

"Ye-jin," Ji Hoo replied, taken aback by his girlfriend's unexpected outburst. The confusion in his eyes mirrored the sudden shift in the mood. "Why are you overreacting? This seems extreme."

"No, Ji Hoo, you are the one overreacting here." Ye-jin snapped, her frustration bubbling over like a pot left too long on the stove. She instantly regretted her harsh tone, letting out a soft sigh as she softened her stance. "I'm sorry, Ji Hoo. I really am, but I can't help feeling jealous and envious about how close you've been getting to her. And what's even more upsetting is that you bought her this house. It may look simple, but I've done my homework. There are five bungalow houses like this one, and they are deceptively expensive. They belong to the De Alegre real estate company, owned by a very wealthy businessman who made his fortune in the tech industry. My mother, who is a board member, said that each of these bungalows is sold for a staggering 1 billion dollars. How did you manage to acquire this one, Ji Hoo? How much did you actually pay for it?" Her anger resurfaced, a bubbling cauldron of emotions as she waited for his explanation.

Ji Hoo quickly turned to Jun Pyo, gently scratching his back to offer him a bit of comfort amidst the rising tension.

"I paid for it, and 5 million dollars," Jun Pyo hesitantly replied, catching the hint from his best friend. His attempt at deflection only seemed to ignite Ye-jin's fury further, as she quickly recognized that the actual price of the bungalow house far exceeded what Jun Pyo had just claimed.

"Gu Jun Pyo?" Ye-jin retorted incredulously. "You are the one who bought the bungalow? At 5 million dollars?"

"Y-yes…" Jun Pyo stammered, panic coloring his cheeks. "I asked for a discount."

"Stop lying!" Ye-jin exclaimed, her voice matching the intensity of her emotions. "I just want to know the truth."

Exchanging uneasy glances with his friends, Ji Hoo could feel the weight of her words. He didn't want to hide anything, and he cleared his throat, his resolve wavering. "They gave it to us as a tribute. In fact, Mr. De Alegre was the one who made the gift. The house was already under Jan Di's name."

"And don't you find that suspicious?" Ye-jin's eyebrows shot up, skepticism radiating off her. "Why would someone give you such an expensive property for free?" Ji Hoo hesitated, searching for the right words. "I'm not sure, but Mr. De Alegre seemed to have his reasons," he finally said, unwilling to look Ye-jin in the eye.

"You guys are unbelievable," she sighed, the weight of her worries visibly sinking her down into her seat once more. "These bungalow houses actually belong to Mrs. De Alegre. No one has ever seen her, but my mom told me she is a regular woman struggling with kidney cancer. She lost a lot during childbirth with twins. When she comes to Korea, do you really think the house will smoothly transition to Geum Jan Di?"

"What are you getting at?" Woo Bin interjected, now firmly planted in the conversation as his curiosity piqued. "Do you think our Jan Di-ah is a mistress? And that's why Mr. De Alegre offered her this house?"

"I'm just speculating," she replied, avoiding the piercing glares aimed her way, especially from Ji Hoo.

"I don't think Jan Di would ever stoop to that level," Yi Jung chimed in, eager to defend his friend. "Jan Di has too much integrity to ever date a married man or become a mistress. There must be another reason for why Mr. De Alegre gifted her that house." The others nodded vigorously, compelled to find a more logical explanation for such unparalleled generosity.

"I'm just preparing for the outcome," Ye-jin said softly but firmly.

"Jan Di-ah is too good—"

"And yet, explain why she has her kids here and her husband isn't around," Ye-jin interjected, cutting Ji Hoo off mid-sentence. "She hardly shares anything about her personal life with us." Her voice took on a more intense tone, driven by uncertainty. "Who is her husband? Who is the father of her kids? These questions need answers. And what makes matters worse is—who was that man who kissed her at the museum?"

"Stop talking, will you?" Ji Hoo suddenly hit the table with force, startling everyone in the room, including Lily and Valentina, who had been obliviously playing in the living room. "One more word—" he hissed, the simmering frustration evident in his posture. The atmosphere thickened with tension, the silence almost deafening as each person grappled with the charged emotions brewing in the room.

Lily and Valentina cautiously entered, sensing the discord. Lucky for the group, they had yet to understand the intricacies of the conversation, especially since it was being conducted in Korean.

"Has mommy returned?" they asked innocently, tugging at Ji Hoo's hand, their big round eyes full of innocent curiosity.

"No…" Ji Hoo kneeled down to meet their gaze, forcing a smile amidst the conflict. "You can go and organize your clothes in your closet, right? Ga Eul, Jae," he called out, desperately redirecting the children's energy. Ga Eul and Jae nodded, leading Lily and Valentina out of the heavy atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, Ji Hoo steadied himself before turning back to face Ye-jin and the others, determination now etched on his face.

"What will you do?" Ye-jin pressed, her tone challenging. "Will you break up with me just because I'm pointing out the possibility that Jan Di might be involved with someone illicitly?"

Ji Hoo's anger flared at the accusation, but he maintained his composure. "I trust Jan Di completely," he stated firmly, his eyes never leaving Ye-jin's.

Ye-jin laughed. "Why not go outside and take a look at who has come to pick her up?" she said, dragging Ji Hoo's arm and going to look through the long window of the kitchen.

Upon reaching the window, Ji Hoo almost had a heart attack as he witnessed Jan Di being led away to the black limousine. They recognized the back of the man—the same man who had kissed her at the museum.


As Jan Di stepped outside her new house, she scanned her surroundings and noticed Nick emerging from around the corner of the building. He was dressed in his usual impeccably stylish suit, though there was something different about him on this particular evening. His shirt was unbuttoned just so, not by design, but in a way that complemented his physique. In the moonlight, his chest seemed to glimmer as he made his way toward Jan Di. His facial features were strikingly chiseled and his smile, as always, exuded charm. Their gazes locked as his piercing blue eyes met hers.

Jan Di wasted no time. She hurried to him, her heart pounding. As she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck. He reciprocated, enveloping her in his strong embrace. Despite Jan Di's growth over the years, she remained short, a characteristic he adored. He cherished the ability to hold her tightly and rest his chin on the top of her head. "Sweetheart," he whispered, "I have missed you."

"Nick," she murmured, closing her eyes as she felt his warmth and heard his steady heartbeat. "I missed you too," she replied, savoring the familiar scent of his cologne that filled her senses, providing a comforting feeling of home.

Nick stood there, gazing at the woman who held his heart. Concern etched his features as he looked at her arms and asked, "Have you been taking your medicine?" Worried about her well-being, it was the first thing that came to mind.

With a reassuring smile, she replied, "Of course, Nick. I promised you I would take care of myself."

Relieved by her response, Nick nodded, knowing that her health was paramount. He gently guided her against the wall, their foreheads touching as he whispered, "I love you more than anything in this world." Her eyes closed, savoring the depth of his affection with each heartfelt word.


His hands were strong yet gentle as they enveloped her slender frame from behind, his fingers finding a comfortable spot on her waist. Leaning in, he pressed his lips softly against hers. Initially, she resisted, fighting against his usual displays of public affection. Nick, though, understood her hesitance all too well, knowing how she preferred to keep such intimacy private. However, tonight felt different; the darkness enveloped them, yet she continued to push back, prompting him to hold her closer.

The kiss began as a tender gesture, growing in intensity as they both allowed themselves to be swept away by the moment. Their lips parted, and he delicately brushed his tongue against hers, a gentle dance of passion unfolding between them. With a deft touch, he caressed her tongue, eliciting a soft sigh from her as they discovered a shared rhythm that seemed to resonate deep within their souls.

As the kiss gradually deepened, his movements grew increasingly intentional, indulging in the intricate flavors and captivating textures that constituted her essence. The way he drew her closer, teasing her tongue with slight suctions, conveyed not just his physical desire but a profound, affectionate connection that spoke volumes. Holding her securely within the embrace of his arms, he continued to explore the delicate softness of her lips with fervor, one hand sliding down her spine while the other caressed her waist in a rhythmic pattern, eventually finding a resting place over her now-heaving chest. At that moment, he could sense the rapid tempo of her heartbeat beneath his touch, a clear reflection of the intensity of their shared emotions.

Feeling her complete submission to him, he tenderly trailed the tip of his tongue along the curve of her lower lip once more, coaxing her to open up to him entirely. As he noticed her legs weaken under the overwhelming wave of passion enveloping her, he sensed a profound connection forming between them. With a gentle turn, she nestled deeper into his embrace, her arms winding around his neck with fierce urgency, as if struggling to pull him closer, desperate to further immerse herself in the rapture of their intertwined spirits.

After what felt like an eternity, Nick pulled back from the embrace, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of love and concern. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she gazed back at him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. "I hope you didn't eat any junk food."

"No, I've been eating healthy lately," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Nick chuckled softly, relieved to see her in good spirits. "Ok, let's go."

"Go where?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

"My love, I miss spending time with you, and I have things to discuss," he said, his voice laced with playful anticipation.

Jan Di raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet hesitant. "What kind of things?"

"I want to take you out for a nice dinner and have a heart-to-heart conversation," he proposed, his hand gently squeezing hers as if to cement the bond they shared.

"Not now," she shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "I'm not in the mood for a serious talk right now."

Nick raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. "How about a picnic?"

"Picnic? At night? This late? Nick, what are you playing at?"

Nick grinned mischievously, his excitement palpable. "I thought we could have a midnight picnic under the stars," he suggested, his eyes dancing with enthusiasm. "Just the two of us, enjoying each other's company without any distractions."

"Wouldn't our kids be a distraction, though? Lily and Valentina are waiting for me to tuck them in bed," she pointed out, the practicality of motherhood momentarily weighing on her.

"I'm sure your friends will handle that; they'll be bursting with excitement while bonding with them," he teased, trying to persuade her.

Jan Di rolled her eyes, torn between her duties and the allure of Nick's charm. "Fine. You are too much," she finally acquiesced, unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm.

"But I never take a no for an answer, my dearest wife," he said, pressing his forehead against hers, his playful grin still lingering. "You abandoned me one year ago, and now you must make it up to me. You will pay for it dearly—"

Sealing her lips with his, she cut him off. "You know, I could never thank you enough for saving my life and giving me a new one when I had no one else," Jan Di whispered, her eyes filled with gratitude and love. "I promise to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, but—"

"Just for tonight," he interrupted softly. "You've kept yourself guarded for far too long. In Spain, you always shied away, and now you're back in Korea, still hesitant. When will you let yourself embrace this?"

Jan Di chuckled softly, her heart swelling with newfound affection for him. "I'm just not used to all this attention you always display. But I promise to try," she replied, feeling an innermost warmth and comfort in his presence.

"Okay, I found a nice view when I was coming here. Our picnic is already set," he said, excitement bubbling in his tone. Drawing away from her, he extended his hand, inviting her into an adventure. "Shall we?"

Jan Di smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement build within her as she took his hand. He led her to the waiting black limo parked by the roadside, opening the door with a charming smile that made her heart flutter. With a newfound sense of daring and anticipation, she stepped inside, ready to lose herself in a night that promised to rekindle the spark they once had, one intimate moment at a time.


"Look, your beloved girl is going off to somewhere with a man she has never introduced us to." Ye-jin mocked as Ji Hoo and the rest watched through the window as a man led Jan Di away. The rest watched in shock and disbelief, wondering what was happening.

"Jan Di-ah said a friend was here." Ji Hoo tried to reason, not daring to entertain thoughts of a mysterious man leading her away.

"I'm sorry guys." Ye-jin said. "You guys are overlooking the possibilities that she might be a mistress, and Ji Hoo, You, and Jan Di seem, especially given the history you share. It feels like there's an unspoken connection from the past that I can't quite understand."

Ji Hoo's brow furrowed as he processed her words. He never meant to make her feel this way; he had always considered Jan Di like family. But now, with her return, the old emotions were stirring inside him—emotions he thought he'd buried long ago. "It's not about that, Ye-jin. I care about Jan Di because she's been through so much, and if something is troubling her—"

"Then maybe she doesn't want us to know every little detail!" Ye-jin interjected, her voice rising slightly. "You need to let her handle her own life, Ji Hoo. She'll open up when she feels ready. We shouldn't pressure her."

As tension hung in the air, a silence settled over the table. The group exchanged glances, all weighing the gravity of Ye-jin's words. Meanwhile, Ji Hoo could feel a tug at his heart—Jan Di had always been fiercely independent, but the changes in her since her return left him feeling more concerned than ever before.

"Look, let's just wait for her to come back," Ga Eul said, attempting to ease the charged atmosphere. "If she wants to share, she will. For now, we should enjoy our time together and not let anything sour this reunion."

Everyone nodded, but Ji Hoo remained lost in thought. How could he shake the feeling that Jan Di was hiding something deep and painful? And why did her daughters' features fill him with both curiosity and unease? Was she shielding them from something—their father, perhaps?


The limo pulled up at the distant river bank, and the driver stepped out of the door and slid the door open. Nick stepped out and offered Jan Di his hand and helped her step out. Jan Di looked around at the beautiful scenery and felt a sense of tranquility wash over her, finally at peace. "Wow!" she exclaimed, looking around the place. "It's beautiful." walking away.

Nick turned to his driver. "Alex, is everything set for the night?"

Alex nodded. "Yes, Mr. Nick. The picnic setting is all set, and the food is there."

"I hope there is no alcohol." "Of course not, Mr. Nick. I made sure to follow your instructions," Alex reassured him. Nick nodded in approval and turned back to Jan Di, ready to enjoy the peaceful evening by the river.

"You may leave," he walked away and recalled. "Right before I forget. Send the nanny to look after Lily and Valentina for the night. And you are going to make an announcement at my company stating that, 'The CEO's wife will be doing an internship, and the company will be under new management for the time being."

"Sir, is Ms. Jan Di going to work at the company?" Alex asked with caution. "Won't she get angry for interfering?"

"No, she doesn't have to know. She will be handling the clinic I set up there. However, she will be observing all the employees throughout the company. I want her to learn how to handle different people; that way, by the time she joins the hospital to work, she will be able to handle certain people and situations with ease," Nick replied confidently. "Just make sure to inform all employees to treat her with respect and professionalism during her internship," he added before ending the conversation.

"Are you staying here for the night?" Alex asked, looking over at the picnic setting his boss had done for his wife, Jan Di. "You know she isn't like with Latino people."

"I know that. It's night, and nobody will be around to spy on us."

Alex nodded, understanding Nick's reasoning for wanting to spend the night with Jan Di. "Just be cautious; you never know who might come by," he warned before leaving them to enjoy their evening together.


The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the rustic setting by the riverbank, transforming the landscape into a canvas painted with nature's most vibrant colors. The soft whispers of the evening breeze danced through the trees, creating a serene symphony that perfectly complemented the picturesque surroundings. A wooden pallet served as the base for a plush white mattress, inviting and soft, promising a refuge from the world, where the chaos of daily life seemed miles away. Surrounding the mattress, pillows of various sizes—white, pink, and beige—were casually arranged, creating an inviting nest for dreamers who sought comfort and connection under the vast expanse of the sky. A cozy white blanket draped over part of the mattress, its folds suggesting warmth and intimacy, hinting at the cozy cocoon they would share throughout the evening.

Above the bed, a delicate canopy frame made of intertwined branches added an ethereal touch, as if nature had woven a protective cocoon just for them. The branches crisscrossed in a dance of artistry, adorned with twinkling lights that mirrored the stars above. Suspended from the canopy were spherical lanterns with intricate lace-like patterns that emitted a soft, warm glow, casting delicate shadows on the sand below, creating a magical atmosphere that felt almost otherworldly. Scattered glass candle holders dotted the ground, each holding a flickering candle, their flames dancing in harmony with the gentle sea breeze, illuminating the scene like tiny stars fallen to earth. Together, these elements created an ambiance perfect for whispered conversations or stolen glances, as if time itself had paused to allow the couple a moment outside reality.

"Nick, this is wonderful," Jan Di began, her voice full of awe, but it was cut off by the sudden ringing of her phone, a reminder of the world they temporarily left behind. She reached for it, but Nick was quicker, sensing the importance of preserving their special moment.

"This is our night; no phone calls," he said, silencing the call with a determined flick of his finger, his eyes reflecting both mischief and resolve.

"But it must be important," Jan Di protested softly, trying to take the phone back, a lingering sense of duty evident in her voice. Nick, however, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, enveloping her in a warmth that seemed to chase away any remnants of the outside world. He planted a warm kiss on her lips, a silent reminder of the love that existed between them.

"Not now, Jan Di. Let's just enjoy this moment together," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness and intent. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her, encasing them in a bubble where the world outside faded into nothingness.

"Do you like the setting that I prepared for us?" Nick asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he watched her take in the romantic scene—the scattered rose petals, the strawberries coated in chocolate that lay invitingly nearby, the steaming food prepared with love, and the soft music that floated in the background, crafting a serenade for their evening.

"Everything is perfect," Jan Di replied, her smile reflecting the twinkling fairy lights that danced above them like tiny guardian angels. The moon hung high, casting its silvery glow over the river, illuminating their faces and highlighting the shared joy within their hearts. Nick's fingers traced gentle patterns on her arm, making her shiver in delight, each touch igniting sparks of deeper emotion.

"I wanted tonight to be special, just for us," he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face with the tenderness of a lover who cherished every detail of her. "No distractions, no worries. Just you and me."

Jan Di closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the warmth radiating from him, a soothing balm to her soul. "I love it when you plan surprises like this. It's like we're the only two people in the world," she responded, her heart swelling with gratitude and affection, every word steeped in sincerity.

As Nick's gaze deepened, his eyes locked onto hers, and a charged silence enveloped them, creating a private universe within their shared space. "That's exactly how I feel. Like nothing else matters but being here with you."

The air thickened with unspoken desires, and their breaths mingled, a testament to the growing tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Nick's hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer still, their lips meeting in a tender kiss—a promise of deeper passions waiting to be uncovered, as if they were embarking on an adventure of rediscovery.

"Let's move to the bed," Jan Di suggested shyly, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with excitement. The invitation hung in the air, vibrant with anticipation. "I am really hungry," she added, a playful glint in her eye.

Nick nodded, his expression dark with desire, as he stood, gently taking her hand and leading her to the plush bed adorned with rose petals, creating a pathway of romance beneath their feet. They sank onto the soft texture together, the world around them fading into insignificance as they focused solely on each other, cocooned by the evening's charm.

Pouring two glasses of juice with a flourish, Nick handed one to her, their fingers brushing against each other in a silent exchange of electricity that sent shivers down her spine. "Cheers to us," he said, lifting his glass in a toast before sipping, his gaze unwavering and deep.

Jan Di looked away, momentarily shy, tucking her hair behind her ear, feeling butterflies flutter in her stomach at the intensity of his attention. Nick reached for her chin, guiding her face back toward him with a reassuring smile that promised affection and safety. "Shying away again?" he teased, his voice low and intimate, wrapping around her heart like a warm embrace. "We are married; we have three children. There's no need to shy away all the time."

Her cheeks flushed a warm pink as she met his gaze, a soft giggle escaping her lips, brightening the air around them. "You make it sound so easy," she replied, the warmth of the moment accentuated by their shared laughter.

"It is easy when you're with the right person," Nick replied, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, his eyes full of sincerity. "You are the light in my life, Jan Di. Every moment with you is a treasure."

The atmosphere thickened once again, charged with unspoken promise, a silent acknowledgment of the years they had spent together and the love they had nurtured. Jan Di leaned in closer, her heart racing as they shared another kiss, this one deeper, filled with the love and longing that had grown in the corners of their hearts over the years.

As they lay nestled in each other's arms, surrounded by the flickering lights and the gentle sounds of the river, Jan Di felt a sense of completion, an inexplicable bond that connected them in a way that transcended mere words. This was happiness, a night to remember—a promise of love, laughter, and a lifetime of moments to cherish, a testament to the journey they had shared and the adventures yet to come.

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The night unfolded like a beautiful melody, with the rhythm of their hearts synchronizing with the serenade of nature around them. The stars overhead twinkled brightly, casting a magical glow upon the scene below. It was as if their love had been written in the stars, destined to shine just as brightly as those celestial bodies. Their bodies moved harmoniously, swaying in a slow and gentle rhythm that spoke volumes of their deep connection. Each movement was laden with passion and tenderness, weaving a tapestry of emotions that seemed to transcend time itself. The night was not just a mere passing moment but a symphony of love, with each note echoing in their souls long after the night had come to an end. Soft moans and sighs filled the air, blending seamlessly with the gentle music playing in the background and the soothing flow of the nearby river. Every sound, every caress, and every lingering gaze was a testament to the profound bond they shared, a bond that seemed unbreakable in the face of the vast universe that enveloped them.

The following morning, as Nick lay quietly, his eyes never leaving Jan Di's sleeping form, he couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led him to fall deeply in love with Jan Di. It wasn't her striking beauty that initially captured his attention, but rather the subtle grace with which she carried herself; her shyness radiated a captivating allure that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Jan Di possessed an independent spirit that transcended her bashful demeanor, showcasing a strength that was rare among their peers. He admired how she confidently stood her ground against the pressures of societal expectations, never compromising her values or aspirations, and how her laughter felt like a breath of fresh air amidst the often superficial world surrounding them. Each quiet conversation and stolen glance unveiled layers of resilience and depth that ignited his affection, and as he watched her navigate life's challenges with both humility and tenacity, he found himself irresistibly enamored. Nick realized that Jan Di's unique combination of shyness and independence was not just endearing but also transformative, inspiring him to look beyond the surface and embrace the beauty of vulnerability intertwined with strength.

He admired her ability to stand firm in her beliefs while remaining open-minded to new perspectives, and he knew that her presence in his life had the power to shape him into a better version of himself. Nick found himself drawn to Jan Di's authenticity and grace, knowing that she was not just a fleeting infatuation but a soul worth cherishing for a lifetime, and he was thankful that despite living separately, she was still his wife.


The radiant beams of sunlight gently bathed Nick's office, casting a golden hue that juxtaposed the swirling emotions within him. The rich mahogany furnishings exuded an air of timeless sophistication, each piece a testament to craftsmanship and taste, although Nick found it hard to fully appreciate their beauty at that moment. His heart raced with a mix of trepidation and anticipation, the steady beat underscoring the turbulent thoughts running through his mind.

Months of tireless searching had culminated in a glimmer of hope—at last, a breakthrough in the search for his missing wife, Jan Di. This recent development sent a surge of energy coursing through Nick, a powerful blend of relief and anxiety propelling him into action. With a decisive motion, he shut his laptop, the sharp sound punctuating the intensity of the moment.

"Get everything ready for the flight," Nick commanded his assistant, the firmness in his voice belying the subtle tremor of nerves that lurked beneath the surface. The urgency of the situation demanded swift action, every moment precious in the quest to reunite with his beloved Jan Di. As preparations began for the journey ahead, Nick's mind raced with a mix of emotions, a whirlwind of hope, fear, and determination propelling him forward into the unknown.

Just as he took the first steps onto the tarmac, ready to embrace the unknown that awaited him in Seoul, his phone buzzed insistently, breaking the fragile bubble of anticipation that surrounded him. With a sinking feeling, he glanced at the screen, recognizing the caller ID as Shinhwa Corporation—a name that sent a shiver of recognition and unease down his spine. "Not now," he muttered quietly under his breath, the urgency of the call contrasting sharply with his own emotional turmoil. However, duty beckoned, and he knew he couldn't ignore the request for a meeting, despite the conflicting desires that pulled at his heartstrings. "How did they know I was in Korea?" The question lingered in the air, unanswered but ever-present, as he mentally prepared himself for what lay ahead.

The meeting itself seemed to stretch on indefinitely, the minutes dragging by as if time had turned viscous, each second dripping with corporate jargon and false pleasantries that hung heavy in the air like a thick fog. Nick found himself struggling to focus, his mind wandering back to memories of Jan Di and the promise of their reunion that seemed to slip further away with each passing second spent in the boardroom. Eventually, unable to bear the weight of the meeting any longer, he excused himself, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he allowed himself to once again dream of the warmth of Jan Di's smile and the comforting embrace that awaited him.


As he strolled through the ornate halls of the museum he had poured his heart and soul into creating, Nick found himself enveloped in a world where every stroke of paint and chisel mark carried a tale of its own, a symphony of artistic expressions echoing through time. Yet, amid this tapestry of creativity, his own thoughts danced tumultuously, swirling in a whirlwind of emotions.

The air around him hummed with the whispers of the past and the promises of the future, but nothing could prepare him for the sudden jolt that coursed through his veins when his gaze fell upon a figure he thought he had tried to leave behind in another lifetime. A figure whose presence ignited a fire within his chest, a beacon of light amidst the shadows of doubt and uncertainties that had clouded his mind. It was Jan Di, the embodiment of vitality and unbridled passion, standing amidst a gathering of familiar faces.

Yoon Ji Hoo's gentle smile, Gu Jun Pyo's commanding presence, So Yi Jeong's enigmatic charm, and Song Woo Bin's unwavering loyalty—all mingled in a cacophony of laughter and camaraderie that seemed worlds apart from the private realm Nick had carved out for himself. And yet, there she stood, Jan Di, the thread that connected him to a reality he had been trying to escape.

A tidal wave of conflicting emotions surged within him, the joy of rediscovery tempered by the fear of the unknown. Questions tumbled through his mind like restless ghosts—had time changed her as it had changed him? Was she ready to confront the ghosts of their shared past, or had she moved on, carving out a new path that diverged from his own? The shadows of doubt loomed large, casting a pall over his heart as he grappled with the possibility of a future without her by his side.

In that moment of hesitation, as he lingered at the fringes of the merry gathering, Nick felt the weight of his decisions pressing down upon him, threatening to unravel the fragile tapestry of his hopes and dreams. The prospect of losing her, of watching her slip away into a future where he had no place, tore at his soul with a ferocity that he had not felt in months. And so he stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the bustling gallery, his heart laid bare before the woman who had unwittingly held the key to his restless spirit and still had that key firmly in her grasp.


As Jan Di excused herself to the washroom, Nick's resolve to stay hidden melted away. He followed her quietly, his heart pounding with each step as the intense emotions he had long suppressed surged to the surface. The dimly lit hallway seemed like a bridge between their past and present, the tension palpable as they remained locked in each other's gaze, a suspended moment where time itself appeared to hold its breath.

"Jan Di," he breathed, the words laced with a mixture of yearning and apprehension, his movements hesitant yet purposeful as he closed the physical gap between them, mirroring the emotional divide that had grown over the years apart.

Her eyes widened, the familiar surprise mingling with an undercurrent of uncertainty and a touch of long-buried hope. The space between them reverberated with unspoken words, the weight of unspoken apologies and unanswered questions hanging heavy in the air, echoing the silence of their past.

"Nick…" she whispered, the sound a fragile thread that held the weight of their shared history, her voice a delicate balance of vulnerability and strength that wavered with the conflicting emotions that entwined her heart as she instinctively recoiled, her instinctive response a shield against the onslaught of memories and emotions threatening to overwhelm her fragile resolve.

"Please don't," he pleaded, his voice a raw plea that carried the weight of years of longing and regret, his fingers brushing against her arm a tentative touch that spoke of a desire to bridge the chasm that had separated them. "I need to know if you're okay," his words, a lifeline thrown into the turbulent sea of their past.

Her gaze softened, the emotions that flickered in her eyes a complex tapestry of warmth, sorrow, and a glimmer of something yet unspoken, a silent acknowledgment of the tangled web of emotions that bound them together despite the years of silence and distance that had threatened to tear them apart. "I... I thought you'd given up on me. And that you will never look for me."

"I could never give up on you," Nick responded, his voice a fierce declaration that cut through the lingering doubts and fears, the rawness of his emotions laid bare as he admitted to the relentless search that had defined his existence in the absence of her presence. "I've searched for you every day," his words, a confession of a love that had withstood the test of time and distance, a beacon that had guided him through the darkest moments of their shared past.

In that charged moment, the world around them faded away, shrouded in a haze of intense emotions that had been building up for what seemed like an eternity. Nick, unable to contain the overwhelming surge of love and yearning that consumed him, finally gave in to the irresistible pull towards Jan Di. With a tenderness that spoke volumes of the deep connection they once shared, he tenderly closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, hesitant union that started as a faint echo of their past affection but swiftly intensified into a fiery blaze of desire and desperation.

As their kiss unfolded, Jan Di's response was immediate and fervent, her fingers instinctively entwining in his hair, pulling him closer with a sense of urgency that mirrored the depths of her own longing. It was a poignant moment, a culmination of a prolonged separation that had weighed heavily on their hearts, filling their lonely nights with restless memories and unspoken yearnings that now found solace in the simple yet profound act of their reunion through this shared kiss. It was a bittersweet fusion of two souls finding each other again amidst the turmoil of time and distance, seeking refuge in the familiar touch and the reassuring embrace of a love that refused to be forgotten.


As they stood facing each other, their breaths intertwined in the cool evening air, Nick gazed deeply into Jan Di's eyes, searching for the truth that would bring clarity to their tumultuous past. His heart raced with a mix of emotions—hope, fear, and longing all colliding within him. "Jan Di, please," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, "where do we stand? Have you chosen him over me? Do you still believe in us after everything we've been through in our five-year journey?"

Jan Di's response was like a gentle breeze amidst the storm raging within Nick. Her admission, barely audible, carried the weight of her sincerity. "I'm not with him," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of her resolve. "I could never go back to that place. I came here not for him but for myself. I needed to find my own strength, to carve out my path, independent and unburdened by past shadows."

Nick felt a surge of renewed hope coursing through him, like a beacon in the darkness that had clouded their relationship. Taking her hands in his, he could sense the warmth of her touch seeping into his soul, thawing the doubts that had plagued him. "Then let's write a new chapter together," he declared, determination infusing his voice. "Let's rebuild the love and trust we once shared, brick by brick. I will support you, stand by your side, and nurture your dreams without stifling them."

In that fleeting moment, a flicker of a smile danced on Jan Di's lips, a silent affirmation of their shared resolve to mend what had been broken. And as Nick looked into her eyes, he felt a sense of peace settling within him, a certainty that their love would endure whatever trials lay ahead. "In two weeks' time," he promised, his voice filled with unwavering commitment, "I will come to you."