The Breakup Between You and Me - Side Story 8. Epilogue 1

Epilogue 1

“……”    

My eyes fluttered as I examined the pregnancy test. It didn’t take long before I observed the results and let out a sigh. My shoulders slumped, and I hesitated to open the door, even though I knew he was waiting outside.

What if he was disappointed that I wasn’t pregnant this time? No, in reality, I knew he wouldn’t be disappointed. I wanted to be the one disappointed.

He would be the one standing silently in front of the bathroom, refraining from knocking on the door to avoid making me uncomfortable. Finally, I pushed the door open and made eye contact with the man standing in the doorway.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

“Sooyin.”

“…Si-hyuk.”

No matter how many times I told myself not to get my hopes up too quickly, I always broke down. This time, he had shared that he had many positive dreams surrounding him, creating a sense of anticipation within me. As I looked into his face, colored with concern, my eyes welled with tears.

“Come here.”

I approached him slowly as he stood with open arms. He didn’t rush me; he patiently waited, and I burst into tears.

I yearned to bring into the world a child that resembled this kind-hearted man, knowing how much he cherished children.

During our dating days, he often spoke about them, expressing his deep love. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

I embraced him tightly, patting him on the back while whispering reassurances in a voice that sounded far worse than mine. This was all because of me.

Physically, I may be fine, but the moment I break down, negative thoughts begin to creep into my mind. It feels as though I’ve obstructed his path to a happy life with children, all because of my own struggles.

With each confirmation of my perceived failure, the guilt grows until it becomes overwhelming.

After a lengthy sob in his arms, I nod.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

“No.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“No.”

It’s ironic; when I wished upon a shooting star, I thought I would get pregnant right away. No, I thought it would happen after a few attempts. It’s disheartening to realize how challenging it is for me to conceive, especially when it seems so effortless for everyone else.

Given the advancements in medicine these days, it was easy to assume that I would conceive in no time.

Feeling weak, I lay down on the bed, and he joined me. He offered his arm as a pillow and pulled me into his arms.

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at his face. The sound of his heartbeat, his breath, and his scent provided a comforting solace.

After a while, I opened my eyes, and my heart warmed as I saw him gazing at me.

“Feeling a little calmer?”

“….Yes.”

“That’s good.”

“…I’m sorry.”

He rested his chin on the top of my head and hugged me so tightly that I could barely breathe.

“Sorry for what?”

“….For throwing a tantrum.” He had offered to make me something nice to eat and watch a movie because he cared, and I felt guilty for cutting him off so sharply.

“You can have that tantrum a thousand times.”

“Really?” He smirked as I batted my eyelashes.

“As many times as you want.”

“You’ll regret it.”

“I don’t regret it. But don’t ever tell me you’re sorry for not getting pregnant, or that it’s because of you. That will make me angry.”

“….Yes.” I hugged him tightly around the waist and rubbed my cheek against his chest.

His pectoral muscles twitched.

“Sooyin.”

“Huh?”

“Do you want your tteokbokki spicy?”

“….”

“You wanted to eat.”

During the process, I adhered strictly to a healthy diet. However, when I saw a scene of Tteokbokki on TV, I casually mentioned my desire to eat it, and it seemed he remembered.

“Yes. Go ahead. Add ramen to it.”

“Yeah.” His hand slipped into my T-shirt, and I felt his touch on my stomach. Curious, I inquired about what was wrong.

“I thought you were the only one who looked unwell.”

He lowered his head, revealing his stomach, marked with bruises from injections. His fingertips trembled slightly. I had sensed him stroking my stomach in my sleep, a gesture that happened frequently.

He was always expressing his apologies in this manner. My eyes widened in realization.

He shifted up my body and tenderly brushed his lips over my stomach. The gesture was so gentle that I thought tears might well up in my eyes.

“I wish I was the one going through this. I want you to be happy,” he said, his voice laden with emotion.

I looked up to see him holding back tears, yearning so desperately for me to be pregnant, all driven by my own desire. I felt sorry for not acknowledging him; he had always assured me that I was all he needed.

Reaching out, I embraced him around the neck.

“Si-hyuk. I’m sleepy.”

I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, especially with the anticipation leading up to the results. I couldn’t fathom how suffocating it must have been for him to witness me in this state—irritable, sleepless, and unappetizing.

And yet, he felt sorry for me.

I smiled as he kissed my forehead softly.

“Sigh.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s eat tteokbokki when you wake up.”

“Yes.”

He patted my chest in a rhythmic manner, even though I wasn’t a baby, and then ran his hand through my hair. Despite my attempts to sleep, it eluded me, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I drifted into a deep slumber.

* * *

“How long had I been asleep?”

My body felt light and refreshed, not burdened and cumbersome. When I opened my eyes, his face greeted me. He had volunteered to stay with me until I woke up, and it seemed he had stayed with me through the entire night.

It had been a while since I had seen his sleeping face. My preoccupation with the pregnancy had made me neglectful. Selfish, Cha Sooyin.

I smiled bitterly and walked over to him as he slept. He was incredibly handsome, not just because he was my husband but because he surpassed even celebrities in his charm. He exuded class, elegance, a rounded appeal, and an inexplicable allure that made me blush unnecessarily.

He possessed not only physical attractiveness but also a wonderful personality. As my thoughts veered towards his physical strength…

My face turned bright red. In a playful moment, I nudged his pursed lips.

“…..”

Observing his unmoving face emboldened me.

Sideways.

Sideways.

When he didn’t stir from my quick peck, I frowned. I gently rubbed my fingers under his eyes and decided to let him sleep a little longer.

Even though he had offered to make tteokbokki, I thought he would appreciate it if I prepared it ahead of time.

However, he was the one who woke me up.

“Are you awake?”

“Si-hyuk, didn’t you sleep?” I was pulled back by a force around my waist. I grinned as he playfully nipped at my shoulder.

A whimper escaped his lips as he clutched at my chest for a moment, his hands quickly becoming sticky.

“Mmm.” A hand inside my bra rubbed my n*pple.

“Want to take a trip?”

“Mmm…hmm. Yea, row?” He’d been so kind lately during s*x, out of regard for my difficulties. But his claws scraping across the center of my n*pple made me tilt my head.

Simply stroking my br*asts causes them to stiffen. As I tried to sleep, my n*pples scraped against each other. I can’t stop itching all over, and he smirks.

I attempt to look aside to tell him not to, but it’s ineffective. The heat from underneath has crept throughout my body.    

“Ha, ha, ha!” I exclaim.

“You’ve been so busy lately, you haven’t traveled. Let’s go. Hmm?”

I torment him till he nods, pinching and playing with his n*pple, poking her in the as$ with my hard alter ego. He replied it wasn’t there, but further down, and my p*ssy twitched.

He grins with delight when I nudge my hips up on my own. My legs spread by themselves. My p*ssy squeezed, pleading for him to get in.

As he softly brushed the pole across my as*, my jaw dropped wide. He moved his hips.    

“All right, Joe,” I responded, pulling down his pants and boxers.

My bottom was wet with excitement. I assisted him in removing his pants and boxers from around his ankles. His hands were burning.

It felt fantastic to know she was so excited. As the column, hotter than my hand, contacted my labia, my shoulders tensed. His respiration became erratic.

He crossed one of his legs over my arm. Inside my somewhat open hole, his c*ck throbbed. He appeared more hurried than I was. It felt great to see someone so serious, so laid-back, so calm, and so excited because of me.    

“Ugh!” I closed my eyes as I felt his p*nis shaft stretch into shape. The inner walls were squeezed to the breaking point, stretched to the utmost. It slid out slightly, then pushed back in completely. I could feel the pulsing of the black shaft.

I got goosebumps from the familiar sensation. I could hardly breathe as he flexed and lifted my waist. It pricked me right where I felt it the most.    

How did I keep it together? With a force I didn’t want to feel, I fell back onto the bed.    

“Hmph. Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm!”

It felt crazy fantastic, crazy good. I rolled onto my stomach and threw my a$$ up in the air. He crashed into her again and again, grasping her pelvis and thrusting in and out as far as he could.

It’s as if all of my blood is emptying from my body. My thoughts are jumbled. My pupils are dilated, and I have my mouth open.

As the p*nis crashed into me, the walls of my throat shivered. Her v*g*na violently contracted and relaxed, and she spat out a gurgling stream of c*m.

He then rubbed it over her glans and rammed it back into her hole, as if that wasn’t enough. My head was pounding and my spine was tingling.

His pleasure-soaked body agitated in anticipation of his climax, and his movements accelerated as if he was aware of it. His feverish, furious humping came to a halt, and he shuddered and moaned.    

“Ha, ha,” he groaned, and I noticed my arm was still wrapped around him. I hadn’t realized I was being restrained by him in my delight. I didn’t fall back onto the bed until he let go of my arm.

He moved to my side and drew me into a tight embrace.

I never got tired of hearing “I love you.” On the contrary, it appears like the more I hear it, the more my self-esteem appears to rise.

I’ve heard it so many times that my self-esteem is no longer in need of a boost, yet he truly loves me.    

“Me too. I love you, too.”

I often wonder if his self-esteem has also increased because of the frequent whispers of love from me, assuring him that I love him just as much as he loves me. I smile at him as he leans in for a kiss, and his ears flush.