The drunken man grunt as he staggered down the alley. That damn woman and her of a daughter! Think they could fool him huh? Think he wouldn’t find out where that is hiding? The man crossed the street and kicked the front door open. That damn woman was in the kitchen cleaning, always cleaning.

“Tell me where she is!” Mr. Park screamed as he grabbed Mrs. Park’s hair.

“Tell me where she is or I will kill you…I swear I will kill you and that no good daughter of yours!”

Mrs. Park did not answer and she did not protect herself. Mr. Park yanked her hair hard and sneered in satisfaction when Mrs. Park groaned in pain.

“Where is your daughter? Where is she? Did she get rid of the bastard’s baby?”

Mrs. Park still did not answer. Mr. Park became even more infuriated by the silence and threw Mrs. Park across the room. She was slammed against the wall and fell on the ground.

“Is she with them now? Where the hell is she?” Mr. Park wrapped his hands around Mrs. Park’s neck and started strangling her.

Mrs. Park kept her eyes open, staring at the man she married, the man she had promised to love, to cherish till them do them part. She stared silently at him while he strangled her. She felt tears slipped down the side of her eyes but kept her eyes wide open, she wanted to remember the face of her murderer…if she was to die tonight she wanted to remember the face of her murderer.

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Jiyong couldn’t sleep that night. The feel of his baby gentle kicks was still on his mind. Despite his vow to stay emotionally distance from Dara and the baby…it was already too late.

Jiyong sighed and leaned his head against the bed board. Three more months left…that was all the time he has with them. For the past weeks Jiyong couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to be a real father, to raise his daughter…

He knew he was being selfish, that was not the agreement he had with Dara. He felt heavy hearted thinking about Dara, the baby and Taeyeon. Jiyong dialed Taeyeon’s cell numbers. The phone rang a couple of times but she did not answer. Jiyong dialed the number again and this time she answered.

“Jiyong? Why are you calling so late?”

“Taeyeon, I need to talk to you.”

“Jiyong, it’s past midnight, let’s talk tomorrow.” Taeyeon said with a yawn and proceeded to hang up but stopped when she heard Jiyong whispered,

“I don’t want to lose them…I…”

“What do you mean?”

“Taeyeon, I want to raise my daughter. I want to be a part of her life.”

Silence.

The sound of Taeyeon’s breathing could be heard over the phone but she remained silent.

“Taeyeon?”

“Did you fall in love with her?”

“What?”

“Remember that day…when you first moved in with her, you made me a promise…do you remember?”

“I remember.”

“Tell me the truth…have you fallen in love with her?”

Jiyong paused a few seco