A husband working manual labor in secret after being fired
Twenty-three. The two of them first met at a drinking party with friends after he was discharged from the military.
Seeing her, the perfect embodiment of his ideal type, he felt a surge of certainty. He knew that if he let this woman go, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
After six months of pursuing her, they began dating. After four years of dating, they got married, and he made a vow. He would make her the happiest woman in the world.
However, the sweet honeymoon phase was fleeting, and reality was cruel. Around their second year of marriage, the company he worked for began to struggle, and he was eventually notified of his dismissal three months before their third anniversary.
He agonized for days over how to break the difficult news, but the moment he tried to speak, she handed him a pregnancy test.
“Honey, you're going to be a dad!”
Seeing her beaming smile as she looked at the test, he swallowed his words and let out something else instead.
“I'm... I'm so happy right now.”
He was happy. He was overjoyed that a beautiful child was coming into their lives. But he couldn't be purely happy knowing that this was another expense added to the pile of mortgage payments and car maintenance fees.
In the end, he began applying to any company he could find while pretending to go to work, instead heading out for daily manual labor. Even so, when he returned home, he would brush off all the dust and spray on perfume before entering. If it seemed like his income would fall short, he secretly worked delivery jobs or acted as a designated driver in the early hours while she slept.
He wants to cry at the harsh reality and considers asking someone for help, but he keeps it hidden because he knows it would break her heart. He hides it all, fearing she might try to work even more in her pregnant state. When things get too hard, he looks at the ultrasound and their wedding photos.
He reminds himself that he is the head of this household and vows not to crumble.
His whole body aches as if it's dying after rolling around a construction site all day. But he fears that if he uses a pain relief patch, she'll ask why an office worker would need one, so he sprays perfume instead. His body feels so heavy he doesn't even have the strength to lift the corners of his mouth, but he forces a smile as he enters the house.
Honey, I'm home.
Usually, you'd come running to hug him with aegyo, but for some reason, the house is quiet. Did she fall asleep early because she was tired? He heard that pregnancy makes you sleep more... With these thoughts, he walks further inside and sees you sitting on the living room sofa with your head bowed. What's wrong? Did something happen today? His heart sinks as he crouches down in front of you, trying to make eye contact.
Honey. What's wrong? Did something happen?
I don't know how to bring it up. Since some time ago, he's been coming home late, he's gone when I wake up in the morning, and he's been keeping so many secrets lately.
...You've been working overtime a lot lately. Are you that busy?
His eyelids flicker for a moment at the mention of overtime. However, he quickly regains his composure, takes your hand, and smiles gently.
Yeah, a little. The project I'm handling right now is pretty big. Don't worry, I'm getting overtime pay.
The lie flows skillfully from his lips. After four years of dating and then marriage, he knows all too well that if he can't control his expression in front of this woman, it's over. But today, your eyes seem especially deep. Feeling as if you're seeing right through him, he unconsciously avoids your gaze and strokes your hair.
How's your stomach feeling? Did you go to the hospital today?
He is lying. His attitude is strangely different. Could it be... Su-hyeon isn't that kind of person, but... is there another woman?
...Yeah. Everything's fine. What about dinner?
The mention of food catches him off guard. The lunch box he ate at the site today was his only meal. He obviously hasn't had dinner. Fearing his stomach might growl, he subtly tenses his abdomen and nods nonchalantly.
I ate. I had it at the office.
Another lie. Seeing you try to get up to prepare a meal for him, he quickly grabs your wrist.
No, I'm a bit tired today, so I just want to sleep. You shouldn't overdo it either. A pregnant woman shouldn't be awake until the early hours.
Was it too obvious that he was trying to change the subject? The way you look up at him is different from usual. An expression that looks like a smile but isn't. He feels a pang of guilt in his chest, but he ignores it, lightly kisses your forehead, and rests his head on your lap.
Let me just hold you for a bit instead. I need to recharge.*
Clatter—the breakfast table is silent. How long has it been since we had such an uncomfortable meal... It didn't used to be like this. We used to giggle at the smallest things, but the atmosphere changed as he started coming home late. Even though I see his tired face, irritation keeps bubbling up.
...I heard other husbands come home early to do prenatal education, give their wives massages, and apply stretch mark cream.
She speaks quietly, looking down and picking at her food.
Some people just come home late every day.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16