Ha-yeon returned to the living room, her heart lighter but still carrying a quiet resolve. The group had settled into small conversations—Min-seok laughing softly with her sisters while Mi-Kyung helped clear the last of the dishes. The atmosphere felt warmer now, the earlier tension almost gone.
After a few minutes, Ha-yeon quietly pulled Mi-Kyung aside into the hallway. Her mother looked at her curiously.
"Mom… I talked to Min-seok. And to his sisters. Separately."
Mi-Kyung's eyes softened with understanding. "What did you ask them?"
Ha-yeon took a deep breath. "Everything. His mother's story, how he raised his sisters, the landlord incident… everything you told us. I needed to hear it from them too. To make sure it was real."
Mi-Kyung nodded slowly. "And…?"
Ha-yeon's eyes filled with tears again. "It's all true. Every detail matches. He didn't hesitate. He didn't lie. He was gentle… even when he talked about the painful parts. His sisters—they love him so much. They cried when they talked about their mom. They cried when they talked about how he saved you. Mom… he's real. He's good for you."
Mi-Kyung pulled her daughter into a tight hug, tears slipping down her own cheeks.
"Thank you, Hyun-ah," she whispered. "Thank you for protecting me. I know it wasn't easy."
Ha-yeon hugged her back fiercely. "I was scared. I've seen so many women come into the hospital—pregnant, alone, broken because the father left them. I couldn't bear the thought of you becoming one of them. But… he's not like that. He's not going to leave you. I can see it now."
Mi-Kyung pulled back gently, cupping her daughter's face. "I know. And I'm so grateful you checked. It shows how much you love me."
Ha-yeon smiled through her tears. "I do. And… I'm happy for you, Mom. Really happy. You deserve this."
Mi-Kyung kissed her forehead softly. "Thank you, my sweet girl."
They walked back to the group together. Min-seok looked up as they approached, his eyes meeting Ha-yeon's. She gave him a small, genuine smile—her doubts completely gone.
The afternoon continued with warmth and laughter. Min-seok's sisters played games with Eun-seo and Ha-yeon. Hyun-woo joined in, teasing everyone but clearly more relaxed now. Mi-Kyung watched it all, her hand resting on her stomach, feeling a deep sense of peace.
By evening, as everyone started to leave, Ha-yeon pulled Min-seok aside one last time.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "For being good to her. For being real."
Min-seok smiled gently. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise… I'll take care of her. Always."
Ha-yeon nodded, eyes shining. "I believe you."
She watched him walk back to Mi-Kyung, the two of them sharing a quiet, loving look. And for the first time, Ha-yeon felt completely at ease.
Her mother was safe. Loved. And finally, truly happy.
And that was enough.
That evening, after the families had parted ways with warm hugs and promises to meet again soon, Mi-Kyung slipped out alone into the quiet night.
She drove to the cemetery, the moon casting a soft glow over the gravestones. She knelt before Ji-soo's grave, hands clasped tightly, tears already welling in her eyes as she began to speak in a hushed, emotional whisper.
"Mother Ji-soo... So much happened today. I invited Min-seok and your daughters over for lunch. My kids... they were worried at first. They doubted him because of the age gap, because of lies someone fed them.
But I told them everything—how he saved me from the landlord, how he's been my strength. And then... I told them I'm pregnant with his child."
She paused, a hand resting gently on her stomach, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"It's true. I'm carrying his baby. We made love on his birthday... I wanted to give him something special, something no one else could. A family. A future. And now... it's happening. Mother, I wish—I pray—that it's a girl.
Please... let it be a girl. Let you come back to him as his daughter. Let you be reborn in our child. I want you back in his life any way possible... but as his daughter would be the best. He'd love her so much. He'd give her the world. Please... watch over us. Bless this baby. Bring him peace."
She bowed her head lower, pressing her forehead to the stone for a moment, sobbing quietly.
"I promise... I'll love him forever. I'll make him happy. Thank you for raising such a wonderful son. Goodnight, Auntie."
She kissed the stone softly before standing, wiping her tears, and driving home with a heart full of hope.
Days turned into weeks. Mi-Kyung and Min-seok had a small, intimate wedding at a quiet park—just their families, no big fuss. They exchanged simple vows under a blooming tree, promising to protect and love each other forever. Mi-Kyung wore a soft white dress, and Min-seok looked at her like she was his whole world.
That night, as they lay together in their new shared home, Min-seok handed her a white envelope. "You told me once that you always dreamed of seeing the Eiffel Tower... but after your husband died, you buried that dream deep and forgot about it."
"Yeah! What about it? What's this?" she asked, curious.
"Open it," he said gently.
She tore it open and pulled out two tickets. Her eyes widened. "Paris? Business class? Min-seok... this is... !"
Mi-Kyung's eyes filled with tears. "How... How did you remember? It was something I had said on a whim."
He kissed her forehead. "I remember everything about you. We're going for our honeymoon. Tomorrow."
She hugged him tightly, tears in her eyes. "I love you so much."
As for how he gained the money? Min-seok worked as a freelance consultant, using his sharp wits to help small businesses grow. He spotted opportunities others missed—investing in startups with potential, negotiating deals that saved companies money, turning small savings his mother had left behind for him into smart profits.
He never took risks that could hurt his family. Every month, he sets aside money for his sisters' education, Ji-yeon's daughter's therapy, and now Mi-Kyung and the baby. His sisters never worried about bills—Min-seok made sure of that, always one step ahead.
The next day, they boarded the plane. The business class seats were wide and comfortable. They reclined back, held hands, and talked softly the whole flight. Mi-Kyung slept on his shoulder. He stroked her hair, watching her peacefully.
When they landed in Paris, the air felt fresh and exciting—crisp with a hint of spring, carrying the faint scent of rain and fresh bread from somewhere nearby. They took a taxi from Charles de Gaulle Airport, the drive taking about 45 minutes through the bustling outskirts into the heart of the city.
Their hotel was a charming boutique one in the 7th arrondissement, just a short walk from the Seine and with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower from their room's private balcony.
The room itself was elegant and cozy: soft cream walls, a large king bed with fluffy white linens, a small sitting area with velvet chairs, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto the balcony.
From there, the Eiffel Tower stood proudly in the distance—close enough to feel magical, far enough to look like a glowing jewel against the sky at night.
Mi-Kyung stepped onto the balcony first, her hands gripping the railing as she gasped. "This view… it's perfect."
Min-seok wrapped his arms around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder, his warmth enveloping her. "Just like you."
She leaned back into him, sighing happily as they stood there together, watching the city slowly light up below them.
They spent the next few days exploring Paris like a couple deeply in love—taking their time, savoring every moment. Paris isn't a city you can truly see in one day; it takes at least 4–5 days to feel its rhythm without rushing. They did it slowly, hand in hand.
Day 1: They strolled along the Seine, stopping to kiss on one of the small bridges, the water sparkling below. They bought fresh crepes from a street vendor—hers with Nutella and banana, his with lemon and sugar—and sat on a bench watching boats drift by. Mi-Kyung fed him a bite, giggling when some chocolate smeared on his lip. He kissed it off her fingers playfully.
They visited the Louvre in the afternoon, wandering slowly through the halls. Mi-Kyung stood in front of the Mona Lisa for a long time, whispering, "She looks like she knows a secret."
Min-seok wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured, "Maybe she's smiling because she knows how lucky I am." They took silly selfies together in front of famous paintings, laughing when a guard gave them a stern look.
Day 2: Montmartre. They climbed the steps to Sacré-Cœur, pausing every few steps to catch their breath and kiss. At the top, they sat on the grass overlooking Paris, Min-seok's arm around her shoulders.
They watched street artists and musicians, and when a violinist played a romantic tune, Min-seok stood and pulled Mi-Kyung up to dance slowly right there in the open square. She laughed into his neck, feeling like the luckiest woman alive.
Day 3: They wandered the Latin Quarter, popping into tiny bookstores, buying old postcards and a tiny Eiffel Tower keychain.
They had lunch at a hidden bistro—escargot for him, onion soup for her—and shared bites across the table. Mi-Kyung rested her chin in her hand, watching him with a dreamy smile. "I still can't believe we're here."
That night, they went to the Eiffel Tower when it was fully lit up. The structure sparkled like a golden constellation, lights twinkling every hour in a dazzling show. They stood close under it, arms around each other, the crowd around them fading away. Min-seok pulled out his phone. "Smile for me."
They took couple photos—her kissing his cheek while he grinned at the camera, him lifting her up as she laughed with her head thrown back, both of them making silly faces with the glowing tower behind them.
Then he tucked the phone away, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her deeply—slow, passionate, like the world didn't exist beyond the two of them.
While Min-seok stepped away for a minute to buy them crepes from a nearby stand, Mi-Kyung stood alone near the railing, hand resting on her small baby bump. A couple of men—tourists, maybe in their 30s—approached her, smiling too widely.
"Beautiful night, beautiful woman," one said in accented English, stepping closer with a wide grin. "Are you here alone? Want company? You look like you could use some fun."
The other one moved in from the side, eyes roaming over her. "Yeah, come on, gorgeous. Let us buy you a drink. Or maybe something sweeter. You're too pretty to stand here by yourself."
He reached out, fingers brushing toward her arm, trying to lightly touch her elbow as if to guide her closer.
Mi-Kyung raised an eyebrow, her voice calm but dripping with sarcasm. "Hitting on a pregnant woman? Wow, you guys are really classy tonight."
Her tone was loud enough for nearby people to hear. A few heads turned, some chuckled, others gave the men disapproving looks. The two backed off quickly, mumbling apologies and disappearing into the crowd.
Min-seok returned a moment later, two warm crepes in hand. He noticed her expression immediately. "Everything okay?"
She smiled and hugged him tightly, pressing her face into his chest. "I was scared for a second."
He wrapped his arms around her protectively. "Scared of those guys?"
She shook her head slowly, gazing up at him with eyes so soft and trusting they seemed to shimmer under the Eiffel Tower lights.
"No," she whispered, voice gentle but certain. "Scared of being lost… of being away from you. That's all. Why would I be scared of them?" She gave a small, almost disbelieving laugh, placing her palm flat over his heart. "As long as I have you by my side, nothing in this whole world can scare me. Not a single thing."
Her fingers curled lightly against his shirt, anchoring herself to him.
"I could walk into any darkness, face any danger, and not feel even a flicker of fear. Because I know—you're standing right here. Between me and anything that could ever hurt me. You're my shield, my strength, my safety.
With you protecting me, I feel like the most free woman alive. I could do anything—say anything, go anywhere—and still feel completely untouchable. Those idiots?"
She glanced briefly toward the retreating men, then back at him, her eyes full of unshakable faith. "They're nothing. Less than nothing. Because I have you."
She rose on her toes, pressing her forehead gently to his.
"I trust you blindly, Min-seok. Completely. With my life, with my heart, with everything. And I know—deep in my soul—that as long as you're with me, I'm safe. The most protected woman in the whole world. Always."
He kissed her forehead, then her lips—slow and reassuring. "You'll never be away from me. Not ever."
They stood like that for a while, sharing crepes and kisses under the sparkling tower—sweet, romantic moments that felt like they belonged only to them. Mi-Kyung rested her head on his shoulder, whispering, "This is perfect." He squeezed her hand. "You're perfect."
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