The Omega Is Pregnant-Chapter 103

It would’ve been better if the matter had quietly faded away, but Han Mi-sun’s maternal family made sure it exploded. They demanded that what Han Mi-sun had done be covered up—but the request didn’t go through, and that’s what caused the uproar. They went all-in and spread reports portraying Han Mi-sun as the victim, igniting a media war that blew the whole thing wide open.

“What’s the point of using initials? It doesn’t hide a damn thing.”

Tae-seo, browsing through articles on his phone, scanned the content with a troubled look in his eyes. A quick diagonal read was more than enough. It wasn’t all that different from the articles he’d been reading so far.

When it came to the media, victory always went to the one who seized control of the image first. Unless there was a decisive piece of evidence to flip everything, the same story would just keep getting rephrased and reposted.

“Still, it’s already been a week, and things haven’t died down.”

Apparently, plenty of articles and comments were piling on, using this opportunity to drag down the company. The stock price was also fluctuating, so the situation wasn’t so simple.

“This sucks.”

Tae-seo hugged a cushion tightly and checked another article. It didn’t change anything, but he couldn’t stop clicking through the related headlines. How much time had passed? At the sound of the door lock’s mechanical chime, he looked up. As the sensor light turned on, Kang Se-heon entered and came to a halt when he spotted Tae-seo.

“I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I was with my parents earlier. I’m planning to sleep here tonight.”

Tae-seo put down his phone and walked over to him.

“I was too worried to just sit still. Have you been eating properly?”

“That’s what I should be asking you.”

“Well, you’re the one who’s super busy. I’ve been seeing nonstop articles about this...”

He looked the same as usual, but the dark circles under his eyes and the rough texture of his skin made it obvious how hard he’d been working. His cheeks looked a little sunken too.

Tae-seo stepped closer and studied his face intently. As he gently touched the chapped surface of Se-heon’s lips, his hand was caught.

“You don’t look well.”

“I’ll be fine once I shower.”

“I think you’ll only get better if you eat well, sleep well, and actually rest.”

What a ridiculous thing to say.

When Tae-seo tried to pull his hand back, Se-heon let go without resistance.

“It’ll settle down soon.”

Se-heon tugged at his tie and turned his head to the side. As Tae-seo’s eyes caught the sharp line of his jaw, worry crept into his expression.

“Let me do it.”

Someone who would normally loosen his tie with ease now fumbled with it after days of exhaustion. It was frustrating, not being able to do more for him.

“This is all I can do for you right now.”

Tae-seo gently pulled down Se-heon’s hand and undid the tie himself. He wasn’t great at tying it, but he was good at loosening it carefully.

“As soon as things calm down, I’ll send out the wedding invitations. Just wait a little longer.”

“...Oh, right.”

The wedding invitations.

He’d forgotten.

As Tae-seo paused for a moment, Se-heon lifted his chin to meet his eyes. As he took in Tae-seo’s face, seeing him for the first time in a week, he leaned in and kissed him softly.

“I missed you.”

Even at Se-heon’s confession, Tae-seo didn’t smile as brightly as he usually did.

“What’s wrong?”

Noticing immediately, Se-heon cupped Tae-seo’s cheek with concern.

“I don’t know if it’s right to go through with the wedding when you’re this busy.”

“That’s a separate matter. It was already decided, so don’t worry about it.”

“...Hyung.”

Tae-seo called out to him in a low voice.

“We haven’t sent out the invitations yet. What if we pushed the date back a little?”

Se-heon didn’t respond to the careful suggestion. With his lips tightly shut, Tae-seo shifted his gaze to read his expression.

Right now, Se-heon wasn’t just dealing with the media—he was managing the entire company. He was busy reassigning executives who’d backed Kang Soo-hak to their original posts, and he was taking responsibility for contracts previously tied to Wona.

All Tae-seo could do was stay at his parents’ house to avoid adding to the burden—and they were talking about marriage?

“It’s not like we’re in a rush. Wouldn’t it be better to wait until after Blessing is born?”

Tae-seo gently rubbed his belly, trying to lighten the mood. It was still flat, but he wanted to remind Se-heon that Blessing was in there, so it didn’t matter.

“There’s not much time left until the birth anyway. So let’s just take it easy.”

If Se-heon gave the okay, Tae-seo was confident he could handle all the wedding preparations himself.

He thought that might be the one way he could lighten the load for the person he loved.

“What if I don’t want to?”

But Se-heon didn’t accept Tae-seo’s suggestion.

“...Why not?”

“I don’t want to delay our planned wedding.”

“But you’re busy.”

“Tae-seo.”

The hand that had been gently touching one of his cheeks spread out to hold both. Se-heon looked relieved as he stared at Tae-seo’s face—his cheeks squished, lips puckered like a duck. What’s so great about manhandling someone’s face like this?

“You want me to delay making you officially mine? I’d sooner carve time out of my bones.”

“The whole country already knows. That’s why even if the wedding’s a little later—”

Mumbling his words, Tae-seo trailed off. Se-heon raised just one corner of his mouth in a smile. Why was he smiling like that?

“No.”

The answer was sharp as a knife. Tae-seo’s lips stuck out even more. Se-heon pressed his lips against them like a seal and then pulled away.

“I’m hungry.”

As Se-heon casually shrugged off his jacket, Tae-seo looked like he wanted to complain but gave up.

“That man seriously doesn’t know how to take care of himself.”

He didn’t even understand the worry in the person watching over him.

****

Seo Da-rae looked around. Meeting someone in a detention center made for a strange, unsettling feeling.

The desolate, cold atmosphere mirrored the state of her heart. She lowered her eyes and looked at her wristwatch. Since her phone had been taken at the entrance, the only thing left to fidget with was the leather strap wrapped around her wrist. As her fingers traced over it, Seo Da-rae thought about the articles covering Kang In-hyuk and Han Mi-sun.

She had read about what happened to Kang In-hyuk through the news. Overall, the public sentiment leaned ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) toward sympathy for his parents, but Seo Da-rae could see it clearly.

“He probably did it because he wanted Yoon Tae-seo.”

Maybe he lashed out and used Tae-seo in a last-ditch attempt not to be kicked out.

But regardless of which way public opinion leaned, the outcome was the same. Chairman Kang Hak-jung and Kang Se-heon had held their ground—and Kang In-hyuk and Han Mi-sun had been expelled.

While Seo Da-rae was deep in thought, the door opened, and the person she’d been waiting for appeared.

“You have ten minutes.”

After the flat voice faded, they were left alone. Seo Da-rae looked at the woman who sat across from her. The usual flamboyance was gone, her clothes far more modest now—but that signature arrogant expression was still intact.

“It’s been a while.”

“Did you come here just to see me like this?”

Han Mi-sun’s biting tone didn’t faze Seo Da-rae.

“I heard you were betrayed by In-hyuk.”

What was strange—almost absurd—was that the person who’d brought her down was none other than her own son.

“It’s not over. Laugh while you can, because that won’t last.”

Han Mi-sun shot back coldly, rejecting her words.

“Sure. Whatever you think, I probably don’t have the right to interfere.”

Seo Da-rae shook her head slightly. She hadn’t expected anything reasonable from this woman anyway.

“So that’s all you came to say?”

“No.”

Seo Da-rae shook her head again.

“I came to ask you something.”

The reason she came to see Han Mi-sun was because she wondered if the woman hated the same person she did.

“It’s hard... hating someone alone.”

She still relived the pain of what he’d done to her, but he smiled like nothing had happened. He even acted like he’d forgotten she was the one who knocked him down. Instead of seeking revenge, he acted like staying out of each other’s lives was for the best. That attitude rubbed her the wrong way.

She hadn’t escaped the nightmares—but he alone looked at the world with clear eyes, unshackled by the past.

“Yoon Tae-seo.”

Han Mi-sun was the one person who hated Yoon Tae-seo as much as she did. That’s why Seo Da-rae came.

“She hated me even though I had nothing to do with her. Just because In-hyuk showed some interest in me. She mocked me for not being from a prestigious family and accused me of targeting him on purpose.”

Seo Da-rae sneered, listing off what Yoon Tae-seo had once done to her. Han Mi-sun was no different. She, too, had pushed her away, saying she wasn’t good enough for her son. Seo Da-rae hadn’t expected she’d ever say this kind of thing to the same woman who once cornered her. But what did it matter now? Han Mi-sun was no longer in any position to judge who her son should be with.

“What really gets to me... is that he doesn’t even hate me. Even after nearly losing his baby, he doesn’t hold a grudge. It makes me feel like I’m being ignored. It pisses me off.”

Han Mi-sun, who had been silently listening, showed her first sign of amusement.

“So I did read you right.”

That delicate, innocent act—she’d always thought it was fake. And sure enough. From the look in Han Mi-sun’s eyes, Seo Da-rae could tell exactly what the woman was thinking—and she let out a snort.

“You’re the one who made me like this.”

“No. It wasn’t money that made you like this. It was jealousy.”

Someone who wouldn’t have changed if they’d just been loved properly—had slowly been stained by the poison of envy.

“It’s not just dislike anymore. I hate him. That’s why I want revenge on Yoon Tae-seo.”

Seo Da-rae finally got to the point. She met Han Mi-sun’s narrowing eyes.

“Help me with my revenge.”

She wanted to hear that she wasn’t the only one who hated Yoon Tae-seo—that someone else felt the same.

“Oh, I do hate Yoon Tae-seo. The one who twisted my son like that. If I could walk out of here right now, I’d go find that kid myself.”

Even in detention, Han Mi-sun showed not a shred of remorse.

“I’ll give you something good.”

Let your revenge run wild, she seemed to say. At Han Mi-sun’s tempting offer, Seo Da-rae’s eyes flashed.