The days after the resort were pure bliss—stolen afternoons at Kook’s penthouse, late-night calls where Tae rode her dildo for him, and sneaky fucks whenever Yeji was out shopping or sulking. Kook was more obsessed than ever, spoiling Tae with gifts and attention, while Tae basked in her victory—Yeji’s life crumbling quietly, her once-controlling mom now a shadow of herself, barely speaking at home. Tae loved every second of it.

Then came Kook’s birthday. Tae had planned it for weeks. She baked a rich chocolate cake herself—moist layers, creamy frosting, decorated with “Happy Birthday Daddy” in pink icing. In the evening, she showed up at his penthouse door in a short trench coat, cake box in hand, heart racing with excitement.