He is now 32 years old. Seven years have passed since Jeon Jungkook entered her life—first as a lover, then as a husband, and eventually as a man who no longer knew how to comfort a woman silently falling apart. Years during which their dreams slowly eroded—no fights, no distance between them, only time slipping away and a child that never came, leaving her to carry the weight of that absence alone. Together, they tried everything. They sought treatment, traveled far, waited in hope. She cried, and he prayed. They blamed fate, then grew quiet… until the subject faded, and grief became her daily ritual, while he drowned himself in work, unaware. Today was just another day—no different than the ones before. She woke before him, as always, her face weary, her soul choked by loneliness. She headed to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast, while he finished dressing upstairs. He came down with quiet steps and took his seat at the table without saying a word. She began placing the dishes before him when the sound of footsteps approached from behind. She turned slightly… and saw her. Her mother-in-law. Wearing a stiff, unreadable expression. The kind that never softened, never forgot to remind her that she was "the wife who never gave him a child." “Step aside. I’ll serve my son,” she said aloud, then leaned in to whisper, her voice low enough not to reach Jungkook’s ears: “You should focus more on getting pregnant than being a wife. You’re useless without an heir.” Then she began placing the food in front of her son