The rain hammered against the window glass, and the rhythm of the raindrops matched the storm raging within her.
Im Seo-Yeon stood motionless on the bedside, her eyes on the divorce papers resting on the table. The signed ink had dried hours ago, but the pain in her heart was still fresh, raw, and unforgiving.
Seo-Yeon had given her everything—her love, her loyalty, her trust in this relationship.
And in return, she had been discarded like an afterthought by her husband and son.
The man she once believed was her forever had chosen someone else, and with him, the life she had built crumbled into dust.
"Dad can't we get a new mom, I don't like her" When her own son said this when she was lying in the hospital bed, her heart broke like a piece of glass.
"Sure. I'll bring you a new mom" her husband who vowed to be with her till death, promised her son as if it was nothing.
"Really!! Then can Aunt Yoo Min-Ji be my new mom then…" Jae-Min asked with excitement, bouncing on his feet.
"Oh, you like your aunt Min-Ji? I like her too!!" Tae-Won her scum of a husband laughed with glee.
"Yes, she is beautiful. She gives me candy and she says she loves me and she wants to be my mom" Jae-Min told his father, munching on the candy in his hand.
Seo-Yeon who woke up from her coma, layed still with her eyes closed. Her life shattering into pieces, why did her son hate her so much…
Tears prickled down from her closed eyes.
She knew her husband was cheating on her with the new artist under him, but what was surprising to her was that the artist not only got hold of her husband, but her son was also on her side.
When did she approach her son, when did everything start changing? She was happy, her husband loved her, her son adored her, when did everything started going wrong…
The sound of the heels clacking on the ground broke her train of thought.
"Aunt Min-Ji!!" Jae-Min ran towards the women entering the ward with excitement.
"Jae-Min, Baby!! How are you? I missed you so much" The girl kissed him on the cheeks, raffling his hair a little "Here, I bought you a candy that you like"
"Wow, thank you, Aunt Min-Ji. You are the best!!!" with an excited squeal, Jae-Min danced around the ward holding the candy in his hand.
"Jae-Min, Come here. You know there is a large park beside the hospital, and there are swings in the park… Do you want to play on the swings~"
"Yes, yes, yes. I want play swings… swings, swings, swings…"
"Good boy, Ho-Sook, take Jae-Min to the park. Let him play as long as he wants" Min-Ji called in her manager asking her to take the boy out.
"But- Aunt Min-Ji, I want you to come with me" Jae-Min protested.
"Jae-Min, listen to your Aunt Min-Ji. Don't you remember what you asked just now?" Tae-Won reminded the small child.
"Yes! I remember I want Aunt Min-Ji to be my new mom." The child turned to the woman in the ward and ran towards her clutching her dress with his sticky hand.
Yoo Min-Ji's brows furrowed when the sugar residue stained her expensive dress.
"Aunt Min-Ji, can you be my new mother?" Jae-Min asked with a childish voice.
The words made her furrowed brows rise with surprise and happiness. "Of course, baby. I love you the most. I'll be your new mother!!" She couldn't believe that her plan to become Mrs. Im would succeed in such a short time.
"Now, if you want me to be your new mommy, you should be a good boy and go with Ho-Sook to play in the park. Okay??"
"Okay," Jae-Min left the room leaving Tae-Won and Min-Ji with sleeping Seo-Yeon. Min-Ji closed the door after them locking the door so that no one could disturb them.
"Director Im~" Min-Ji hugged Tae-Won rubbing her seductress body on him "Your son wants me to be his new mommy"
"Mmhh-"
"You know I don't know how to raise a child-" Min-Ji whispered dragging the man toward the sofa in the ward, and pushing him onto the sofa climbing on him.
"So, what do you want me to do?" Tae-Won asked her, his hands slowly reaching toward her exposed thighs.
"It's simple, how about you help me give birth to your other child so that I can learn how to raise a child from the start this time"
"Sounds like a good plan!!" He started kissing the girl, feverishly undressing her, without any thoughts about the patient lying in the bed.
Seo-Yeon was paralysed and she listened to the sound of their lovemaking all night. And the whole night she thought of everything she had done for Tae-Won, her son, and her family.
She understood that day, she was nothing to them. A piece of trash that could be discarded after her use was over.
She was a successful trainee in her agency, who had the potential to become a successful idol, having millions of fans. But she left everything for Tae-Won.
She left that colorful world to live as a housewife and dedicated her whole life to her son and husband. She became an ugly, unattractive woman from a model.
She sacrificed so much only to be discarded like trash from her loved ones. Why should she go through all this?
That was the day she made up her mind, she would not be tied to her husband anymore, If her son didn't want her as his mother, then she would grant his wish.
She will leave both of them and move on in her life. She will reclaim everything she lost because of her marriage. She will make everyone who gets disgusted by her ugliness regret their decision.
She will become so successful that the ones who are looking down on her will come to regret their decision to cast her aside.
That is the day she decides to divorce her scum bag of a husband and get successful in her life.
A soft sigh escaped Seo-Yeon's lips as she reached for the pen once more.
But this time, it wasn't going to sign away another piece of herself.
No, this time, she will write something new.
She will write her own story.
The story where she was no longer the victim of someone else's choices.
She will write a story in which she decides what comes next.
With a deep breath, she closed the diary, and with that, she also closed the book on her past and stood up.
The storm outside mirrored the storm inside, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn't afraid of it. But she welcomed it.
Because storms weren't always about destruction.
They also brought renewal as well.
She moved to the closet, her hand tracing the tidy row of dresses, previously worn to please someone else.
But tonight, she would wear something for herself.
She pulled out a sleek black dress, and something shifted inside her.
This dress wasn't just an outfit.
It was a statement.
A declaration.
By the time she stepped outside, the rain had slowed to a drizzle, tiny droplets clinging to her skin.
She breathed in deeply, letting the cold air envelop her.
It was time to take back everything she had lost, one step at a time.
She had mourned long enough.
Now, it was time to begin again.