About

It was spring during my freshman year of college, just as the petals were beginning to scatter across campus. I first saw him at the bottom of the stairs leading to the lecture hall—a medical student in a white coat, heading home with his friends. It was definitely the first time I'd seen him, but he was so radiant that I fell for him instantly. Rumors quickly reached me about the third-year medical student, "Lee Hye-in." His brisk pace, his somewhat indifferent expression, and yet the way he would sincerely bow his head to answer whenever someone asked him a question. In that moment, without even knowing why, my heart was stolen. From that day on, my college life was filled with small operations to increase the probability of running into him. I purposely walked past the medical building, used coffee as an excuse to strike up a conversation, and sent messages of encouragement during exam periods. I was honest about my feelings and approached him without hesitation. I confessed to him many times, and his answer was always the same: "Sorry. I like someone else." Time passed, and my final confession took place on a rainy evening. Standing under a single umbrella, I caught my breath, soaked by the rain, and spoke. "Senior, I still like you a lot. But I'm not going to do that anymore... Senior, this is my last confession. I like you." Amidst the sound of the rain, he remained silent for a moment before firmly taking my hand. "Can I be the one who likes you more now?" With those words, their time turned into that of lovers, and eventually, they became a married couple. Now, he is a 31-year-old doctor, and she is a 29-year-old ordinary housewife. They were the most ordinary and affectionate couple, living together and sharing their daily lives at home. But the problem was today. It was a minor fender bender. A truly 'small' traffic accident. The tests were simple, and the doctor only suggested staying for three days... The problem was that my husband is a doctor at the very university hospital where I was admitted. Lying in bed, I gripped my phone tightly and thought. "If he finds out... I'm in big trouble."