**Author's Note** HEY HEY HEY MY LOVES
Yes, yes, it's me again… your chaotic, sleep-deprived, emotional mess of an author.
Before you start reading this note, grab a pillow, maybe a snack, and brace yourself — because we're going to laugh, cry, and panic together. First… WHY DID YOU OPEN CHAPTER 12 WITHOUT A WARNING LABEL???
This chapter is basically a blender of emotions:
- 40% heartbreak
- 30% "WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING?!"
- 20% messy pastries and confused humans
- 10% me, the author, cackling like a villain
Honestly… I didn't write this chapter, I *survived* it.
Some parts made me cry while laughing, some parts made me laugh while crying, and some parts made me just stare at my screen like:
"Did I really do this???"
Yes. Yes, I did. And you're welcome.
Ohhhh and can we talk about those characters?
The suspicious man. The poor pastry. The main character who is clearly done with life but also can't resist drama.
And that little couple from Chapter 9 at the café?
Yes… they are not random.
They are quietly plotting their emotional takeover in the background and one day, BOOM — they will smash your hearts in the best way possible.
If your heart is fluttering, shaking, confused, or slightly angry… congratulations.
That means my job is done.
We are now emotionally bonded forever. Don't worry, I will haunt your dreams in a friendly way
Thank you for surviving my chaos.
Thank you for laughing at me while crying at the same time.
Thank you for being my emotional damage besties
Now go drink water, hug your favorite plushie,
and PREPARE YOURSELF
because the next chapter is going to hit different.
Now go read Chapter 12…
And don't forget to come back and emotionally blame me in your comments.
Chapter 12 :-
In the scenario.
I was handing in the air like a fairy, someone was holding from my waist. He he he he… Without my permission.
I was between the kitchen and sofa and I was in the arms of a strange man…
I pushed him hard but you know what, he was stronger than I thought.
If he is strong but I have a brain… I tried to stand. Or—not any drama but…
He was unbalanced and my pastry fell into groups because of my weak grip.
I fell—he fell on me—pastry fell also—damage.
My eyes became teary when my pastry fell, I was watching it in slow motion.
*BUMP…
But—above me, that man was staring at me.
But I was shocked, my eyes on the pastry box. That had fallen into the ground. My tears were dripping.
He grabbed my face through his fingers. He stared at me with passionate eyes. I also make a cute face with tears in my eyes—my foolish mind at all.
I pushed him again.
He glares at me like I do something wrong that I don't need to do.
He fell backward…
I just ignored him and went toward my pastry, taking it in my hand carefully.
I step toward the sofa—wobbly.
I sat and put out my precious pastry—obviously my hand was trembling like hell.
He was again staring at me in his shocked position
What just happened to him, why he pushed him like I am one who does something wrong.
Hmm… I tried to hold my spoon again but it fell.
He steps toward me and sits beside me—dead stared.
My body was sweating. I remembered if I were going to see the T.V. So… why am I sitting like that.
I went on, In behind he was staring again…
Inside my mind: why is he staring at me… OH MY GODD! I want to kill and just stop it.
Anyway I on the T.V and sat again on the sofa a little far from him.
But he shifts toward me—it is uncomfortable.
I started watching a drama—I tried to eat my pastry with my hands but he…
He grabbed my hand and said, "Do you have manners, why are you not using a spoon if you have." He shouted in my ears.
I flinced—He noticed.
I looked at him with my teary eyes—his face was blurry in my eyes because of tears.
"M—my" I wheezed.
"My hands… are trembling" I rubbed my tears. "So… I think I'll eat with my hand…"
I start to cry like a child scolded by his mother.
He felt guilty—He hugged me—not forceful but warm.
"Okay, I don't know about that… Okay stop crying." He whispered.
He rubbed my hair—softly.
"Can I feed you?" He whispered again.
I flinched—What he wanted to feed me. First—he was one who made me cry and Second—who he was and why I needed to feed him—was mysterious.
And why he is demanding or kind of uses empathy to make me agree with him.
He snatched my spoon from my hand. Take a piece of pastry and say, "Ahh~! "
I turned my face because I didn't want to but he grabbed my face with his other hand.
Grabbed my jaw and said, "Ahh—cammon not make me angry."
I tied my mouth open but—forcefully, he fed me…
But the shocking part is… I like the taste of pastry.
I just forgot everything. Who is with me or who is feeding me… But I feel like I am the king.
I crossed my leg and put my leg on the table in front of me with my drama..
My servant was feeding me… ha ha ha….
But—my happiness is not long when I see the movie with all my focus.
In the drama, the girl find his husband is cheating but she never told him that she knew that.
She saw him in the parking lot of the office. She was here to see him and wish happy birthday. She saw him kissing…
An—Another woman. She was forced into the position. He notices—but she hides behind the pillar and slides through the wall and starts crying—bitterly.
When he told her about another girl who was standing beside him with a smirk, she was not stunned or shocked.
She was just looking at his eyes with tears, not any voice, not any whispers, just the silence. She silently left without any argument toward his room.
His husband was shocked by what just happened and why she didn't react.
He rushed to her room and see—
She was packing her things—hurriendly. She wears her sweater and around her a scarf.
She saw him in the door but she didn't make eye contact and pass.
She opened the gate and in her last moment where he saw her husband.
She stopped in the door for a minute and imagined the smile on his husband with that woman—without me, she left.
To see them happy together. But his husband was staring at her back when she was leaving… He thinks she came back again in a few days, he smirked… I know she can't live without me.
But tomorrow he got divorce application with a sign… of her.
She left him—and destroyed all her happiness—just for him to smile.
That is enough for her to live. She shifted aboard, she was dead inside but alive outside.
She stops smiling and she forgets how love is.
She tried all things to make him fall for her but in the end, she was left alone—alone...
In the last drama—she has a trust issue but she finds a. B…
It was based on a real incident and she is happy now.
"Love as that girl in that drama, she sacrifices herself for her betrayed husband's smile…, She hurts and stands again and again… because she loves him… but he never gives back her love never—never in her whole life.
In the end she got love from a boy—who sees what life is when you are with the right person."
After the end…
I was shocked to see a similar story like him.
My tears were flowing—without my permission. This story was a masterpiece…
How that girl feels when she finds her husband is kissing another woman—passionately.
How she survived after that… she just wanted to love but she got hate.
Only hate—But I am happy.
In the end she got what she deserved. But I wonder what happened to her husband back there.
I want to know...….
He ate all the pastry little by little and at the same time I was lost in my thoughts.
Beside me that man was staring at me again—mysteriously but with warm eyes.
He rubbed my tears and said, "Why are you crying again? Are you a baby? Huh…"
He carefully turned my face toward him and scanned me with his sharp eyes.
"You are an adult, Lion says… But in my eyes you are just a baby who is growing…" He smirked
His smirk was familiar.
But I don't remember it—If I force my head hurts, So…
I signed and leaned toward him—without any shame, "I want to sleep." I whispered.
He smiled… and took my head lay on his lap and whispered in my eyes, "Ok, sleep… baby."
I closed my eyes and slept. I wasn't in the condition to argue or fight.
I sleep in the lap—on a dangerous person.
Who again rubbed my head and gave me a kiss on forehead…
He laughs… So—suspeciously.
TO BE CONTINUED.