They divorced each other after 4 years of marriage
and got mutual child custody.
After one year, she eventually made friendship
with a restaurant chef not knowing...
He's the serial killer,her ex-husband who is a
homicide detective is searching.
She walked on the red rose petals with tears in her eyes whereas he was holding a ring box on his one knee with a luxurious background.
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"Kang Yn, will you marry me?". He was excited, nervous, and sweaty. He had a whole speech ready to go but forgot it all as soon as he looked into her shiny eyes, which had a fantastic future which they would spend together sprawling out before him. "Yes". She hugged him, making everything else in the world stop. She couldn't even expect how happy she was. She was holding back emotionally because she came here thinking her boyfriend planned to celebrate her birthday but here he planned to spent entire life with her.
It was the best birthday of her life. But little did she know her birthday will only be the worst day of her life in future. After 4 years of happy marriage they'll have a heartbroken divorce with their 2 years old son.
Yn pov
My phone kept on buzzing, making me walk up from my dream land. I got up lazily and got on with my morning routine. I got down towards the kitchen to see my little sister, Naya cooking breakfast. "Happy Birthday, my lovely sis". She ran and hugged me. Yes, today is my birthday. "Thank you, love". "You got bouquets from your fans. It's in your studio". I was about to walk towards my studio but her next word made me stop. "I didn't get that purple bouquet inside though. It's outside only". "Nayaa..". I called out. "I'm done with breakfast. I'll get ready and go to college now!! Byee~~". She said and walked out. I slowly walked outside the house to see the purple bouquet leaning on our door frame.
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I bent down and held it in my hands. It's been one year since that incident. One year after our divorce. Only if he brought me flowers that day I would have been in his arms right now. I opened my phone and checked gallery. Whenever I miss our old days I'll look into this picture. The picture were my ex husband cooking something delicious with his assistant a.k.a our son.
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