The ride to Kai's mother's house was unexpectedly bright. Laughter spilled easily between Hana and Kai as they traded childhood stories, the kind of memories that blurred the years and softened the space between them. By the time the car slowed at the towering gates of the mansion, it felt as though time itself had slipped past unnoticed.
"We're finally here," Kangsoo announced from the front, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Great," Hana said, her face lighting up.
Kai tilted his head, eyes narrowing with playful mischief. "Someone sounds awfully eager to end a conversation with me."
Her eyes widened. "What? No!" She waved her hands in protest, cheeks flushing. "I'm just… excited to meet your mom."
The car rolled to a graceful stop. Kangsoo stepped out first, opening Kai's door. Kai circled around to Hana's side, pulling her door open with a flourish. He bent slightly, extending his hand. "After you, my lady."
Hana's lips curved in spite of herself. She placed her hand in his, and when she stepped out, his arm slid naturally into hers—an unspoken synchronicity that made them look effortlessly in tune. Together, they walked toward the mansion's entrance, a picture of elegance and ease.
The heavy doors opened, revealing a woman in her forties waiting with a warm smile. She bowed deeply. "Good day, young master."
"Hi, Ara," Kai greeted, his tone unusually gentle. "How have you been?"
"I'm well, thank you." Ara's eyes softened as they shifted to Hana. "And this must be… Miss Jung?"
"Oh—my manners." Kai turned slightly, his gaze locking with Hana's before he spoke. "Ara, this is Hana. My wife." His tone lingered deliberately on the word, rich with meaning. "Hana, this is Ara. She was Eunha's nanny… and mine too."
Hana bowed politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."
Ara's hands clasped together, her smile glowing. "You look wonderful together. I'm glad he found such a beautiful life partner."
Life partner? Hana's heart gave a muted throb. She forced a smile, her thoughts whispering in quiet ache: More like six months on borrowed time. He doesn't even love me.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice steady though her chest felt anything but.