Over the next days, Tae savored every stolen moment with Ggukie. When Yuna vanished to her private gym or endless spa appointments, Tae would whisk the baby to the sun-drenched conservatory, hidden by towering ferns. There, she’d unbutton her blouse just enough, guiding Ggukie’s eager mouth to her nipple. His contented suckling, the warm pull drawing her milk, felt like reclaiming stolen destiny. She’d whisper love against his downy hair, "My sweet boy, Mama’s right here."

And sometimes, his sleepy eyes would blink up, a gummy smile forming as he sighed, "Mama." Each time, Tae’s heart swelled, tears of fierce joy pricking her eyes. She’d kiss his forehead, breathing in his baby scent, cherishing the secret bond Yuna couldn’t touch.