Months later, Mimi's world shifted again—this time, for life-altering reasons. Sitting in her apartment, she stared at the pregnancy test in disbelief. Positive. Her body, her life, her choices—all suddenly tangled.
Rian… what would he say? The rules of their marriage contract were strict: no physical involvement, or immediate divorce. How would he react to a child conceived in a haze of drunkenness?
Her heart ached, but one thought became clear: she wanted this child. Not him, not his approval—just a family of her own. And so she made the hardest choice of her life.
She signed the divorce papers. On Rian's desk, she left a letter:
"I am going far away, Rian. I am pregnant with our child. You might not remember, but on that business trip, we crossed a line we should not have. By the time you read this, I will be gone. Please do not search for me. I will not terminate this child. This baby is my family, my life, and I will protect them until my last breath. I sign the divorce so you may live without me, and perhaps love again."
And then she left.
Mimi carved out a quiet life in a distant town, the child growing inside her like a secret hope. Months turned to years, and when her son, Kim Chi, was born, he brought sunlight into her life. Dark hair, golden eyes—he bore an uncanny resemblance to his father. But in his gentle smile, his warm laughter, Mimi found the family she had always wanted.
She taught him kindness, laughter, and love. She shielded him from the world, raising him in peace. Every milestone, every quiet bedtime, strengthened the bond between mother and child, forming a family that was uniquely theirs.