September walked along the path. Tomorrow was their last day. They’d be leaving in the morning to catch a flight back to Seoul. She wanted to take in some of the surrounding areas before she lost the chance. Her honeymoon. She still couldn’t believe it. She sometimes woke in the night; afraid it was all a dream. Then she’d feel him beside her. Her Director, her husband. Hers.

The possessiveness came so easily, and it was scary. It had always been there, under the surface. Jealousy so intense that she had thrown his phone across the room because he wouldn’t look at her.

She needed to get out. Get some fresh air. Clear her head of him. September pushed aside the branches and came across the small natural pool.

Seriously?

This place was a haven for lovers.

September looked around, should she?

Quickly she stripped and slipped into the warm water. There was a memory. A distant memory of the school. All the girls swimming together. Mae pulling her gently round and round. September ducked under the water. Mae…Mae…she had to go back, she had to save Mae. But that meant leaving Sehun, leaving Hyeran’s case, leaving Mi-sun who was so young, and Moo-yeol who had just turned a new leaf. The Chairlady too was so old now. What if the worst happened when she was gone? And Jongin ssi would he marry Lilly Kim? What would happen to Master Baekhyun. Would he be okay on his own? Arran…who was so fragile but she was strong too. Arran who’d stretched out her hands and enveloped her. There were so many people she cared about here. Loved. The Director’s face floated in front of her eyes.

September broke the surface. She lifted her hand out the water and stared at the diamond and pearl ring she loved so much. It had been the Chairladys mother's  and now it was hers. She felt so much closer to Song Minah this way and it really fit her well. He knew her size. He knew everything about her now.

September pulled on her clothes and sat on the embankment.

What was she supposed to do? Should she kill herself if Yifeng forced her? She couldn’t give her body to anyone but her husband. And the Director? Would he honour their vows or would he find solace in the arms of someone else when she left” Lady M