Soorn Ae’s deception would have required meticulous planning, especially considering the physical evidence a C-section leaves behind. The recovery process alone—pain management, restricted movement, and lactation—makes it hard to conceal, let alone explain away.
If she convinced the CEO that her scars and physical condition were linked to the accident that took his wife, it suggests she was playing a long game, weaving layers of deception to fit her story. Maybe she framed her pain as lingering injuries, strategically dressing in ways that concealed any visible marks.
But the lactation? That’s a tough one. Unless she had medical intervention or an explanation lined up, the symptoms of postpartum recovery aren’t easy to dismiss. Either the CEO was blinded by grief or trust, or Soon Ae had someone aiding her behind the scenes to help her maintain the facade.
What do you think—was it pure manipulation on her part, or did she have accomplices making sure the truth stayed buried?
I really really hope SJ doesn’t even consider getting back together with him. That will be more than very disappointing.…
People like him have no shame and often go back to their vomit. SJ has tasted both worlds - definitely the world with SW is a better than that with NJ.
Nam Jin asking for a divorce is so funny to me. And dumb butt Sang Ah, thinking she has ammo to hold on to him…
SJ's phone call could be the key to proving her innocence. If she was dialing Geo Nam at the exact time the crime happened, it creates an undeniable alibi—she couldn’t have been in two places at once.
And let’s hope the CCTV cameras were rolling, because if they caught footage of who really entered and left the scene, it would unravel the truth faster than any testimony. Especially at the entrance and rooftop—those vantage points could capture movements that words alone can’t explain.
If the evidence aligns, SJ might just walk away from this mess untouched—and possibly expose the real mastermind behind everything.
NJ stood at the precipice of freedom, fate, and finality, the weight of deception no longer pressing him down but propelling him forward. The moment SA threw her own father down the stairs, something inside him snapped—not in weakness, not in despair, but in clarity. He was done. The forged legacy, the fabricated daughter, the fraudulent empire—all crumbled to dust. And with it, his patience, his restraint, his willingness to endure.
"I want a divorce." The words rang out, sharp, unwavering, unshackling him from the chaos. He had signed up for love, not lies. For partnership, not betrayal. For trust, not treachery. And as he walked away, leaving SA drowning in the ruins she had built, a new thought surfaced—SJ.
Now that he knew the truth—she was the heiress, the rightful legacy, the calm amidst the storm—was there still a path for them? Had fate merely diverted them for a time, only to circle them back to each other?
NJ didn’t have all the answers, but he knew one thing for certain: he was walking away from destruction and toward possibility.
A gold digger or gigolo?
NJ is walking a fine line between the two! Gold digger? He’s clearly drawn to wealth and power—his attraction to SA and now his sudden interest in SJ, the heiress, makes his motives questionable. Gigolo? Well, if he’s using charm and romance as a tool to climb the financial ladder, then he might just fit the definition.
If NJ doesn’t play his cards right, he may end up with nothing at all—no wife, no wealth, and no escape. What do you think? Will he make his way back into SJ’s life, or is he doomed for disaster?
Well seen some clips and ... Lmfao well this show suddenly took a dark turn ... squinters possibly dead? Murdered…
For NJ, he is walking on egg shells. It is self preservation, otherwise he will be next in line if he does not have tangible evidence to back up SA's fraudulent or criminal activities.
They always let Sang A figure out everything so quickly, which is a little irritating. She just happened to be…
SJ needs to have the wherewithal to navigate the complexities of her identity and uncover hidden truths, including her paternity. Depositing her DNA could be a strategic first step, giving her tangible evidence to work with. Geo Nam’s deliberate encounter with her suggests a calculated move—perhaps orchestrated to set things in motion or subtly guide her toward revelation.
I tend to think though things are difficult for both Pi SU Il and ME, I think the fact that SJ’s entire existence…
ME in her mind, she was doing the right thing not to tell her children the truth about their backgrounds to protect them from unnecessary judgment or bias.
Fear of social stigma in a patriarchal society can force individuals, especially women, to conform to restrictive norms to avoid judgment and ostracization. The pressure to maintain appearances and adhere to traditional expectations often leads to secrecy and self-sacrifice, This fear can shape life decisions, relationships, and even mental well-being, reinforcing cycles of silence and conformity.
SA had uncovered the truth—SJ was the CEO’s real daughter, and she herself was not. The weight of this revelation sat heavily on her shoulders, but she wasn’t the only one holding secrets. SJ, too, had begun to question her identity, though she had yet to realize the full extent of the deception.
Soon Ae, sensing the walls closing in, approached SA with a warning: "Geo Nam must not be allowed near SJ." The urgency in her voice betrayed her fear. She knew that if Geo Nam got too close, the truth she had buried for decades would rise to the surface.
But Geo Nam was already one step ahead. In a calculated move, he orchestrated a seemingly accidental encounter with SJ, bumping into her just long enough to retrieve something—something he could use for DNA testing.
The game had shifted. Soon Ae was desperately trying to control the narrative, SA was holding onto truths that could dismantle everything, and Geo Nam was quietly working to expose the deception.
And soon—very soon—the truth would no longer be a secret.
Ten years had passed since Pi Su Il had vanished, presumed dead. When he finally returned, he caught a fleeting glimpse of his wife—now with three children. The sight shook him. Believing she had moved on, he chose not to disrupt her life and instead returned to Japan, where he and Mizue had built a quiet existence together.
Thirty years later, fate intervened once more. Mizue and Pi Su Il traveled to visit her long-lost son, SW, whom she had been separated from three decades prior. SW, now engaged to SJ, welcomed them warmly. Their reunion was bittersweet, but it marked a new beginning.
Then came the moment that shattered Pi Su Il’s world. When they visited SJ’s family, he was stunned—SJ was the daughter of ME, his former wife. The past he had tried to leave behind had come rushing back. ME revealed a shocking truth: SJ was his daughter, left at her doorstep with a note asking her to care for the child, claiming she was born out of wedlock.
Pi Su Il, still struggling with fragments of his memory, was adamant—he had never had an extramarital affair. If SJ was truly his daughter, then someone had orchestrated this deception. But who? And why? Neither he nor ME had answers.
The revelation carried another implication—if Pi Su Il was SJ’s father, then by extension, SW was his son. But Mizue quickly clarified the truth: SW was not Pi Su Il’s child. In fact, Pi Su Il and SW had only recently met. She recounted how she had found Pi Su Il in the forest, near death, and how their lives had intertwined ever since.
Now, standing at the crossroads of past and present, Pi Su Il, ME, and Mizue must uncover the truth behind the deception that shaped their lives. Who had left SJ at ME’s door? What secrets had been buried for decades? And most importantly—was Pi Su Il ready to face the full weight of his forgotten past?
Meanwhile, Soon Ae, believing everyone associated with her past have long gone, built a life of deception, manipulating those around her to maintain her image.
Then—Enter Geo Nam 30 years late!
Blinded and living in obscurity, the man who had once conspired with Soon Ae to leave Pi Su Il for dead had returned. His presence shattered the fragile illusion Soon Ae had built, forcing her carefully crafted deception to unravel. SA, her daughter, had already begun peeling back the layers of lies, discovering that the people she was told were dead were very much alive.
First, her biological father, Geo Nam. Then, the CEO’s daughter—SJ—was alive.
And soon—very soon—Pi Su Il will remember everything.
Pi Su Il had once been a man with a family, a future, and a name that carried weight. But all of that was stolen from him the night Soon Ae and Geo Nam left him for dead. His body, abandoned in the depths of the forest, should have been lost to time—until fate intervened.
Mizue, drowning in her own grief, had wandered into the woods with a singular purpose: to end her suffering. Her husband had passed, her son was gone, and the world had given her nothing but sorrow. As she prepared to tie the rope, a figure caught her eye—a man, motionless, barely clinging to life. Instinct overtook despair, and she rushed to resuscitate him.
Days turned into weeks, and the stranger remained in the hospital, his identity erased by the trauma. He had no memory of who he was, no recollection of the betrayal that had led him there. Mizue, bound by the compassion that had saved him, stayed by his side. In time, their shared pain became a quiet understanding, and eventually, a new life together.
But memory is a fickle thing. It does not return in torrents—it creeps back in fragments, in whispers of familiarity. Pi Su Il began to remember his wife, his child, the life he had once lived. Yet the crucial piece—the truth of his disappearance—remained locked away.
Now, after ten years, he is no longer the man his family once knew. He is a husband to another, a survivor of a past he does not fully understand.
That was so lame, as was discussing in detail a sensitive family issue by the front gate of the house, with Man…
You hit on the nail! SJ and SW will never concoct to eavesdroop. Not even NJ would stoop that low but SA that is her modus operandi - keeping an ear to the ground!
Namjin is a fool who deserves everything that’s coming to him. He ruined his whole life by himself which worked…
Negligence knows no rhyme or reason. When he asserted his parental rights, his daughter barely acknowledged him—a silence louder than words. One day, this will come back to haunt him. Beyond stealing from SJ, he refused to spend a single penny on his own child. That wasn’t just neglect—it was abuse.
He should be asking himself why his daughter doesn’t even care enough to call and say, “Hello, Dad.” As a grown man, his priority should have been her, yet he failed. And when SJ asked about him, her response was chilling in its simplicity: “I don’t miss him.”
Sadly, stories like this are far too common—a painful reminder that absence speaks just as loudly as presence.
I tend to use expressions a lot.
Soorn Ae’s deception would have required meticulous planning, especially considering the physical evidence a C-section leaves behind. The recovery process alone—pain management, restricted movement, and lactation—makes it hard to conceal, let alone explain away.
If she convinced the CEO that her scars and physical condition were linked to the accident that took his wife, it suggests she was playing a long game, weaving layers of deception to fit her story. Maybe she framed her pain as lingering injuries, strategically dressing in ways that concealed any visible marks.
But the lactation? That’s a tough one. Unless she had medical intervention or an explanation lined up, the symptoms of postpartum recovery aren’t easy to dismiss. Either the CEO was blinded by grief or trust, or Soon Ae had someone aiding her behind the scenes to help her maintain the facade.
What do you think—was it pure manipulation on her part, or did she have accomplices making sure the truth stayed buried?
And let’s hope the CCTV cameras were rolling, because if they caught footage of who really entered and left the scene, it would unravel the truth faster than any testimony. Especially at the entrance and rooftop—those vantage points could capture movements that words alone can’t explain.
If the evidence aligns, SJ might just walk away from this mess untouched—and possibly expose the real mastermind behind everything.
NJ stood at the precipice of freedom, fate, and finality, the weight of deception no longer pressing him down but propelling him forward. The moment SA threw her own father down the stairs, something inside him snapped—not in weakness, not in despair, but in clarity. He was done.
The forged legacy, the fabricated daughter, the fraudulent empire—all crumbled to dust. And with it, his patience, his restraint, his willingness to endure.
"I want a divorce." The words rang out, sharp, unwavering, unshackling him from the chaos. He had signed up for love, not lies. For partnership, not betrayal. For trust, not treachery. And as he walked away, leaving SA drowning in the ruins she had built, a new thought surfaced—SJ.
Now that he knew the truth—she was the heiress, the rightful legacy, the calm amidst the storm—was there still a path for them? Had fate merely diverted them for a time, only to circle them back to each other?
NJ didn’t have all the answers, but he knew one thing for certain: he was walking away from destruction and toward possibility.
A gold digger or gigolo?
NJ is walking a fine line between the two! Gold digger? He’s clearly drawn to wealth and power—his attraction to SA and now his sudden interest in SJ, the heiress, makes his motives questionable. Gigolo? Well, if he’s using charm and romance as a tool to climb the financial ladder, then he might just fit the definition.
If NJ doesn’t play his cards right, he may end up with nothing at all—no wife, no wealth, and no escape. What do you think? Will he make his way back into SJ’s life, or is he doomed for disaster?
Fear of social stigma in a patriarchal society can force individuals, especially women, to conform to restrictive norms to avoid judgment and ostracization. The pressure to maintain appearances and adhere to traditional expectations often leads to secrecy and self-sacrifice, This fear can shape life decisions, relationships, and even mental well-being, reinforcing cycles of silence and conformity.
SA had uncovered the truth—SJ was the CEO’s real daughter, and she herself was not. The weight of this revelation sat heavily on her shoulders, but she wasn’t the only one holding secrets. SJ, too, had begun to question her identity, though she had yet to realize the full extent of the deception.
Soon Ae, sensing the walls closing in, approached SA with a warning: "Geo Nam must not be allowed near SJ." The urgency in her voice betrayed her fear. She knew that if Geo Nam got too close, the truth she had buried for decades would rise to the surface.
But Geo Nam was already one step ahead. In a calculated move, he orchestrated a seemingly accidental encounter with SJ, bumping into her just long enough to retrieve something—something he could use for DNA testing.
The game had shifted. Soon Ae was desperately trying to control the narrative, SA was holding onto truths that could dismantle everything, and Geo Nam was quietly working to expose the deception.
And soon—very soon—the truth would no longer be a secret.
Ten years had passed since Pi Su Il had vanished, presumed dead. When he finally returned, he caught a fleeting glimpse of his wife—now with three children. The sight shook him. Believing she had moved on, he chose not to disrupt her life and instead returned to Japan, where he and Mizue had built a quiet existence together.
Thirty years later, fate intervened once more. Mizue and Pi Su Il traveled to visit her long-lost son, SW, whom she had been separated from three decades prior. SW, now engaged to SJ, welcomed them warmly. Their reunion was bittersweet, but it marked a new beginning.
Then came the moment that shattered Pi Su Il’s world. When they visited SJ’s family, he was stunned—SJ was the daughter of ME, his former wife. The past he had tried to leave behind had come rushing back. ME revealed a shocking truth: SJ was his daughter, left at her doorstep with a note asking her to care for the child, claiming she was born out of wedlock.
Pi Su Il, still struggling with fragments of his memory, was adamant—he had never had an extramarital affair. If SJ was truly his daughter, then someone had orchestrated this deception. But who? And why? Neither he nor ME had answers.
The revelation carried another implication—if Pi Su Il was SJ’s father, then by extension, SW was his son. But Mizue quickly clarified the truth: SW was not Pi Su Il’s child. In fact, Pi Su Il and SW had only recently met. She recounted how she had found Pi Su Il in the forest, near death, and how their lives had intertwined ever since.
Now, standing at the crossroads of past and present, Pi Su Il, ME, and Mizue must uncover the truth behind the deception that shaped their lives. Who had left SJ at ME’s door? What secrets had been buried for decades? And most importantly—was Pi Su Il ready to face the full weight of his forgotten past?
Meanwhile, Soon Ae, believing everyone associated with her past have long gone, built a life of deception, manipulating those around her to maintain her image.
Then—Enter Geo Nam 30 years late!
Blinded and living in obscurity, the man who had once conspired with Soon Ae to leave Pi Su Il for dead had returned. His presence shattered the fragile illusion Soon Ae had built, forcing her carefully crafted deception to unravel. SA, her daughter, had already begun peeling back the layers of lies, discovering that the people she was told were dead were very much alive.
First, her biological father, Geo Nam. Then, the CEO’s daughter—SJ—was alive.
And soon—very soon—Pi Su Il will remember everything.
Pi Su Il had once been a man with a family, a future, and a name that carried weight. But all of that was stolen from him the night Soon Ae and Geo Nam left him for dead. His body, abandoned in the depths of the forest, should have been lost to time—until fate intervened.
Mizue, drowning in her own grief, had wandered into the woods with a singular purpose: to end her suffering. Her husband had passed, her son was gone, and the world had given her nothing but sorrow. As she prepared to tie the rope, a figure caught her eye—a man, motionless, barely clinging to life. Instinct overtook despair, and she rushed to resuscitate him.
Days turned into weeks, and the stranger remained in the hospital, his identity erased by the trauma. He had no memory of who he was, no recollection of the betrayal that had led him there. Mizue, bound by the compassion that had saved him, stayed by his side. In time, their shared pain became a quiet understanding, and eventually, a new life together.
But memory is a fickle thing. It does not return in torrents—it creeps back in fragments, in whispers of familiarity. Pi Su Il began to remember his wife, his child, the life he had once lived. Yet the crucial piece—the truth of his disappearance—remained locked away.
Now, after ten years, he is no longer the man his family once knew. He is a husband to another, a survivor of a past he does not fully understand.
He should be asking himself why his daughter doesn’t even care enough to call and say, “Hello, Dad.” As a grown man, his priority should have been her, yet he failed. And when SJ asked about him, her response was chilling in its simplicity: “I don’t miss him.”
Sadly, stories like this are far too common—a painful reminder that absence speaks just as loudly as presence.