The sound of the car pulling into the driveway made Tae’s chest tighten. She wiped her damp hands on her dress, nerves fluttering in her stomach.

“Daddy’s back!” Minho squealed, racing to the door with his toy still clutched in his hand.

The front door swung open, and there was Siwon, suitcase in one hand, his smile wide as Minho jumped into his arms.

“Hey, champ!” Siwon laughed, scooping him up and spinning him around. “Did you take care of Mommy while I was away?”

Minho nodded furiously. “Grandpa too!”

Siwon’s gaze shifted, landing on Tae. His eyes softened. “And you…” He set Minho down and crossed the room, arms outstretched.

Tae hesitated, then stepped into his embrace. His warmth, his scent, his steady heartbeat against her cheek—it should have comforted her. And it did. But it also burned with guilt, knowing what she had done in his absence.

“I missed you,” Siwon whispered, pressing his lips to her temple.

Tears stung her eyes. She forced a smile. “I missed you too.”

Behind them, Jungkook stood by the window, watching quietly. For once, his gaze was clear. His lips curved into a gentle smile as he walked over.

“Siwon,” Jungkook said softly, patting his son-in-law’s shoulder. “Good to have you back, son.”

Siwon grinned. “Good to see you too, Dad. I hope you were comfortable here.”

“I was,” Jungkook replied, looking between them with an expression that was pure fatherly pride. “Thank you… for letting me be part of this home.”

Tae’s chest clenched so tightly she thought she might shatter. He wasn’t looking at her like a husband hungry for his wife’s body. He was looking at her like his daughter. His little girl.

And that only made her thighs clench harder, remembering the way he had made her squirt on the kitchen floor, the way he had whispered “This pussy is mine” into her ear.

“Dad was really good while you were gone,” she said quickly, her voice trembling. “He played with Minho, helped me with things. It… it was nice.”

“That’s good,” Siwon said warmly, slipping his arm around her waist. “Makes me feel better knowing he’s here when I can’t be.”

Dinner that night was full of laughter. Minho chattered endlessly about school, Siwon told little stories about his trip, and Jungkook even joined in, his memory sharp for once. Tae sat at the table, smiling, nodding, playing the part of the perfect wife and mother.

But inside, she was a storm.

Her pussy ached, sore from the feral fucking Jungkook had given her all day yesterday. Every time her husband touched her hand or kissed her cheek, guilt twisted deep inside her.

She watched Jungkook laugh at Minho’s joke, his eyes crinkling warmly, nothing but pure grandfatherly love on his face. And she thought about those same lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking until she screamed.

By the time she crawled into bed beside Siwon that night, her head was a mess. He pulled her close, his arm snug around her waist.

“Feels so good to hold you again,” he murmured sleepily.

Tae lay still, staring at the ceiling in the dark, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

She had her husband back. The man she loved. The man who trusted her.

And yet, she couldn’t stop thinking about the one man she should never want.

The one sleeping just down the hall.