The clock had already passed midnight when the door clicked open. Daeho stepped inside, shoulders heavy, tie loosened, exhaustion written on his face. But instead of finding the house quiet, he saw the dim glow from their bedroom lamp.

Inside, Tae sat on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her nightdress clung to her curves, breasts heavy, leaking faintly where she hadn’t noticed.

“Tae?” Daeho rushed forward, dropping his bag. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

She shook her head at first, but when he cupped her face, more tears spilled. Her voice broke. “Tell me the truth, hubby… are you cheating on me?”

Daeho stiffened. “What? No!”

“Then why… why are you always late? Why don’t you touch me like before? Am I… not beautiful anymore? After the babies… my belly, my boobs sagging, I—” she sobbed, pressing her palms over her face.

Daeho’s chest ached. He grabbed her wrists gently, pulling her hands away and kissing her hard. A deep, hungry kiss that made her gasp and melt into him.

When he pulled back, his eyes burned. “Don’t you ever say that again. I would never cheat on you. Never, Tae. I don’t even look at another woman. How could I, when I have my beautiful, slutty wife right here?”

She flushed scarlet, biting her lip, still trembling. “But… you’ve been so busy, hubby. You barely spend time with me or our babies… I feel so alone…”

His face softened instantly, guilt flooding him. He kissed her forehead, holding her tight against his chest. “I’m sorry, Tae. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m working on a new project—it’s killing me with hours, but it could mean a promotion, a higher salary. I wanted to make life better for you and our melons. But I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.”

Her tears dampened his shirt. “I don’t care about money or promotions… I just want you. I want my husband with me, touching me, kissing me, playing with our babies.”

He pulled back, tilting her chin up. “And you’ll have me. All of me. Tonight, and every night. I swear.”

She hiccupped, still wet-eyed, but whispered, “Hubby… show me, please. Show me you only want me…”

Daeho’s lips curled into a soft smirk. “Gladly.”

He laid her back against the pillows, stripping her dress away in one slow pull. Her breasts spilled free, full and leaking, belly soft and glowing. He kissed down her cheeks, her neck, her chest, before latching onto her nipple and drinking hungrily.

Tae moaned, her thighs parting, body arching. “Ahhh—hubby… oh god…”

He looked up at her, his mouth wet with milk, eyes dark. “This body is mine. These tits, this pussy, this ass. All mine. And I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

“Yours… always yours,” she sobbed, but now they were moans of pleasure, not pain.

And he kissed her again, swallowing her tears, his hands all over her as if making up for every lonely night she had endured.