Chapter 3 — Secret Affair (Part 1) (3)

In the evening, her husband took Sarah to the hotel’s sky lounge.

“Hello.”

Sarah was flustered to see an unexpected person there.

It was Daniel.

He greeted her with his usual warm, friendly smile—so natural, so at ease.

Watching him, Sarah slowly felt her heart begin to settle.

“Have you been well?”

“Yes…”

While her husband went to the restroom, Daniel leaned in.

“There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought of you.”

“I see.”

Sarah’s reply was dry, emotionless.

Daniel faltered slightly at her cold response.

“Is it really over?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Sarah cut him off.

To Daniel, her indifference only made her more alluring.

That one night with Sarah… her beautiful naked body… it flashed vividly in his mind.

He imagined her hidden, magical flesh beneath the black dress she wore now, and a hot, restless heat surged through him.

“If I wait… would that be a burden?”

“I don’t know…”

“Then I’ll take that as a ‘wait for me’.”

“..........”

Sarah didn’t feel obligated to answer.

Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure how she felt herself.

She looked at Daniel’s face.

That night… the way he had held her so warmly…

But now, seeing the man who had slept with her, Sarah felt nothing.

The scorching sex with Thomas the previous night…
Her husband’s cold demeanor…

These two opposing experiences had only made her more detached.

“You’re still beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Their conversation ended when her husband returned.

Back in Seoul, Sarah struggled to adjust to the emptiness of her cold, vacant home.

Sitting alone in the large living room, the unfamiliar space unsettled her.

Her husband had said he’d return the next day for work.

During the past two days with him, Sarah had felt her heart sinking deeper.

The last lingering trace of attachment in her heart had finally faded, leaving her calm, indifferent.

There was nothing left for Sarah.

Her parents, who had passed away when she was young, had left just enough inheritance to graduate school. She had studied hard, but after ten years of marriage, Sarah felt isolated from society.

She had worked so hard to survive on her own that even her few friends had drifted away.

For Sarah, marriage had been everything—so her husband’s coldness was a crushing despair.

If only she had a child, she could live for that child. But there was nothing left for her.

The next day, her husband returned—strange, distant.

Was this really the same man who, over ten years ago, had followed her everywhere, declaring his love?

For the week they spent together, he left early in the morning and came home late at night, drunk.

Their separate bedrooms, which had started before his overseas assignment, continued unchanged. He only entered her room to change clothes before work.

Sarah, too, seemed to be growing used to her husband’s distant behavior.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Sarah slowly picked up the receiver.

“It’s me…”

“Yes…”

“Are you free tonight?”

Without further explanation, her husband took her to a quiet restaurant on the outskirts.

Neatly dressed women in traditional Korean dress quietly served the food.

“Hmm… I’m not sure how to say this…”

“........”

Her husband began, his expression serious.

Sarah felt her body go cold.

“This happened suddenly—I’m still shocked myself.”

“Please, go on.”

“Have I ever told you about my father?”

“Yes… you said he passed away when you were young.”

“That’s right… that’s what I said. But… it wasn’t true.”

“....”

Sarah stared at her husband, his face grave.

“When I was young, we lived in terrible hardship. My father’s business failed, the family went bankrupt, and debt collectors swarmed our home…”

Sarah was puzzled by this sudden story from his childhood.

“My father left to escape them. My mother and I, I was in middle school then, had to keep moving from place to place to hide… Now it’s all settled, but my mother has passed… and my father… I lost contact with him.”

“I see…”

“But… a few days ago, I heard from him.”

“He’s alive?”

“Yes… I’m very confused.”

“I can imagine…”

“He’s been living in Japan… seems he’s had a hard time…”

“Yes…”

“I’ve grown to hate him over the years. I thought, if only he’d stayed and suffered with us…”

“Yes… um…”

“I even vowed never to see him again, even if he were alive. But now that he’s reached out… ugh…”

“What will you do?”

“I don’t know… Well, he said he’s managing fine, so he won’t be a burden on me…”

“....”

“I’ve met him twice… each time, memories of that painful past come rushing back… and I just feel furious.”

“I see…”

Knock knock.

Someone was at the door.

“He’s here… don’t feel pressured. Just say hello.”

“You’re meeting your father?”

“I don’t know what’ll happen… but I think it’d be good for us to meet once.”

When the door opened, Sarah stood up.

“He’s here… Sarah, say hello. This is Father.”

“I’m Sarah Kim.”

She bowed, then looked up—and her heart dropped.

The middle-aged man entering, guided by her husband…

It was Thomas.

Her heart pounded. Her mind blurred.

“Honey… why…?”

Sarah felt the sky turn yellow, then black, and slowly collapsed to the floor.

A week later, her husband returned to America.

Left alone again, Sarah couldn’t do anything for days.

Her husband’s father was Thomas…

An impossible coincidence, a cruel twist of fate—Sarah suffered endlessly.

But the more she suffered, the more she couldn’t stop thinking about Thomas.

A month later, Sarah saw her neighbor moving out while returning from the supermarket.

They hadn’t been close, but they’d occasionally greet each other in the elevator.

A few days later, the doorbell rang.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

At that unforgettable voice, Sarah’s heart dropped, and she sank to the floor.

“You must be shocked…”

“...........”

With a steaming cup of coffee between them, Sarah sat across from Thomas.

But neither could speak.

“I moved into the neighbor’s house.”

“I see…”

She wanted to scream, Why? Why did you do this?—but she couldn’t utter a word.

“I just… since we’re family… if we can’t live together… at least nearby…”

“I see…”

Sarah’s mind went blank.

“I never thought it would come to this…”

“No… no, it’s not…”

“Right… let’s forget it. We should… yes…”

Thomas trailed off, and Sarah’s chest ached.

“Thomas…”

“Yeah… I really became a father now…”

Tears suddenly spilled from Sarah’s eyes.

Thomas watched her, his own heart aching, forcing himself to stay silent.

“Come have dinner. Don’t skip meals.”

And so began the strange relationship between Sarah and Thomas.

On the surface, they smiled and acted normal. But deep inside, they buried their true feelings.

Thomas, who had rediscovered desire through Sarah, struggled to suppress the urges that flared every time he saw her. Sarah, too, found it increasingly difficult to face him whenever memories of that unforgettable night of passion resurfaced.

One day, after a bath, Sarah emerged fresh and glowing. Thomas, without realizing it, felt himself harden. Flustered, he mumbled some excuse and hurried home in an awkward posture. Sarah, catching a glimpse of his bulge, tried desperately not to think of him.

They continued like this, suppressing their desires—until one major event changed everything.

One morning, as Sarah prepared Thomas’s breakfast, a sudden wave of nausea sent her rushing to the bathroom.

Despite violent retching, nothing came out.

Then it hit her—she hadn’t had her period.

It had been over fifty days. But with her history of irregular cycles, she hadn’t thought much of it—until now, when a sudden fear gripped her.

“You’re pregnant. About two months along.”

Sarah felt dizzy.

How… how could this happen…

Back home, she couldn’t focus on anything.

But her hesitation didn’t last long.

She truly wanted this baby—and she had the baby.

More importantly, it was Thomas’s child—the man she loved so deeply. There was no question.

The only issue was whether to tell Thomas… and how he would react.

She didn’t worry about her husband. Since leaving for America, he hadn’t called even once.

Once she made her decision, Sarah felt lighter, happier.

Promptly at six, the doorbell rang.

“You worked hard today, Thomas.”

Smiling brightly, Sarah welcomed him.

Since that day, both had tried—yet the wall between them remained solid, unyielding. Their days had been awkward, strained.

But today, Sarah looked radiant.

“Go take a shower. I’ll prepare dinner.”

She took Thomas’s jacket and hung it up.

After a quick shower, Thomas sat at the table, watching Sarah’s back as she cooked.

She wore a slightly loose sky-blue dress, but with every movement, her silhouette shimmered through—beautiful, alluring.

Her neck, exposed by her updo, was cool and elegant. The slender, pale curve of her calf beneath the dress always mesmerized Thomas.

“Won’t you eat with me?”

“No… I’m not feeling well.”

She smiled faintly, and Thomas’s heart fluttered.

After dinner, Sarah placed a fragrant chrysanthemum tea in front of Thomas, her face glowing with a soft, constant smile.

“Did something good happen today?”

Thomas asked, watching her.

“Yes… something wonderful…”

Sarah slid something toward him.

“What… is this?”

“Don’t you know?”

“This is…?”

The ultrasound photo in Thomas’s hand.

“Yes… that’s right.”

Sarah’s expression tensed.

Truthfully, she was afraid of his reaction.

Thomas understood what the photo meant.

But the implications—what it truly meant—terrified him.

He already knew his son had been unable to have children for over ten years.

So why was Sarah showing him this ultrasound now? He couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Sarah wouldn’t randomly bring someone else’s ultrasound. It had to be hers. Which meant… she was pregnant.

But if his daughter-in-law was pregnant—after ten childless years—it should be cause for celebration. Yet Thomas felt a bitter ache in his chest.

“You’re… pregnant?”

“Yes… two months.”

“Congratulations…”

Sarah was puzzled by his reaction.

And his awkward tone, his stiff movements—she realized he hadn’t fully grasped the situation.

“Thomas… don’t be shocked…”

“What’s there to be shocked about?”

“Thomas… it’s your baby.”

“What? What did you say?”

“Thomas… it’s your baby.”

“So… this… this photo… is… my…?”

Sarah nodded nervously, a fragile smile on her lips.

“So… you’re saying… you… are… carrying… my… child…?”

“Yes… that’s right…”

Thomas was stunned, his mind blank with shock.

Sarah waited anxiously, watching him.

She had felt the same shock when she learned of the pregnancy. It had taken time to accept. She knew Thomas needed time too—but every second felt unbearable.

Pregnancy was a blessing. Sarah wanted that blessing. More than anything, she felt pride in this precious life.

Even if it was wrong, impossible—Sarah had already made her choice. Social judgment, morality, ethics—none of it mattered now. She just wanted Thomas’s hesitation to end.

Thomas’s mind was in chaos.

He couldn’t process what Sarah had said.

“Could this… be a mistake…?”

“Thomas… he… can’t have children. And… I’ve… only ever been with… you…”

Her voice trembled with tears.

That Sarah, longing for blessing, was met with suspicion.

He understood why Thomas doubted—but the pain was real, cutting deep.

Only then did Thomas face reality.

His son couldn’t have children. That explained the ten childless years.

Then…

What did Sarah’s pregnancy mean?

A forbidden union… an impossible pregnancy… born from a relationship that should never have happened.

And Sarah had called it a good thing.

Suddenly, it clicked.

“Sarah…”

“Thomas…”

“So… you… you really…”

“Yes… Thomas… I’m happy… so happy…”

“So… you’re saying…”

“You’re such a fool, Thomas…”

Clear tears spilled from Sarah’s eyes, tracing down her pale cheeks.

“I’m sorry… and thank you…”

Thomas understood the meaning of her tears.

He stepped forward and pulled Sarah tightly into his arms.

“Hic… hic…”

Finally, Sarah let out all her sorrow in sobs.

Holding her close, stroking her back, Thomas’s heart was a tangle of emotions—yet filled with an almost unreal joy.

After a while, Sarah stopped crying, her heart emptied.

“Hey… stop that… you’re so bold.”

Pulling away, Sarah glared at him with feigned sharpness.

To Thomas, she looked utterly adorable.

“Well… given the situation, I can’t ask for much… but I should at least do the basics.”

“What… what do you mean?”

“Our relationship.”

“Relationship?”

“Yes. Obviously… I’m no longer your daughter-in-law.”

Her firm words made Thomas hesitate.

“Then… what…?”

“You idiot. Do you really want to keep calling the woman carrying your child your daughter-in-law?”

Arms crossed, Sarah raised her eyes defiantly.

“Of course not…”

Thomas trailed off.

“Then… what am I to you?”

“Obviously… I… am…”

“That’s nonsense. There’s a proper way this should happen, right? I’d want it official—but given the situation… I’ll accept it unofficially. Go on, say it.”

Only then did Thomas understand.

He stepped off the couch and knelt before Sarah.

Taking one of her hands in his, he said:

“Sarah… will you marry me? I’ll keep you safe, happy, and untouched by sorrow for the rest of your life.”

Finally, Sarah softened her expression and smiled brightly.

“Yes… I will… I’ll serve you for the rest of my life.”

“Now… kiss me.”

Sarah gently closed her eyes.

Thomas, heart pounding, slowly brought his lips to hers.

“Tonight… you’re staying, right?”

Sarah looked at him with sultry eyes.

Thomas was startled by her boldness—but it was a thrilling, intoxicating provocation.

Sarah stood, guided Thomas back onto the sofa, and kissed him deeply.

Her hands slowly unbuttoned his white shirt.

Then, her tongue—like a serpent—slid into his mouth, then down, licking his small, sensitive nipples.

Her hands moved lower, unbuckling his belt.

She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and her hand slipped urgently into his underwear, grasping his hardening cock.

“Ah… Thomas… you’re amazing…”

Sarah felt calm the moment she held Thomas’s cock in her hand—something she’d thought she’d never touch again.

“I won’t let go now… this… is mine…”

Overwhelmed by her bold words and actions, Thomas was dazed.

Then, suddenly—he felt his cock sucked into a warm, wet place. His eyes flew open.

There, with long hair tousled, her small red lips wide open, was Sarah, greedily sucking his cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

“Sarah… I love you…”

Sarah opened her eyes, met his gaze, gave a shy smile, then deliberately closed her eyes again, sucking his cock with tender devotion.

“Now… take me to the bedroom. Don’t forget—it’s our first night.”

Understanding her meaning, Thomas stood, lifted Sarah into his arms, and carried her slowly to the bedroom.

He gently laid her on the bed.

Then slowly undressed.

His cock stood tall, proud, pointing skyward.

Sarah’s eyes sparkled at the sight.

Seeing Sarah already naked, leaning against the headboard, Thomas couldn’t contain his excitement.

The woman who cured his illness…
The woman who taught him the taste of a Korean woman…

Yes, she had been his son’s wife—but that no longer mattered.

The woman before him was his woman, carrying his child.

He hadn’t seen his son in nearly twenty years. Even their reunion meant little.

Blood is thicker than water, they say…

But to Thomas, meeting Sarah meant far more than meeting his son.

He saw it as compensation for all the suffering of his past.

And unlike him, she was a vibrant, beautiful woman in her thirties—offering herself completely.

And he, nearing sixty, could still rise with such vigor, his cock proudly erect.

Climbing onto the bed, Thomas felt even prouder seeing Sarah’s eyes—shining with anticipation, full of desire.

Wasn’t sex, at its core, about reproduction?

After over ten years of abstinence, he had filled Sarah’s womb with his seed—and she had conceived his child.

Now… it was time to enjoy the pussy that was now his.

Thomas slowly settled between Sarah’s legs.

She looked at him with a provocative gaze. Then, slightly blushing, she slowly met his eyes and spread her legs.

Thomas held her gaze, then slowly let his eyes drift downward.

Sarah’s fresh, white skin glowed under the light. Her full, tempting breasts caught his eye.

He forced himself past the temptation and looked lower—finally seeing Sarah’s pussy, wrapped in dark, glossy curls.

Unlike their first night in the dim room, now she lay fully exposed under bright light—a decadent goddess.

Her flawless body, her pale skin… and at its center, her pussy—so tempting.

Thomas wanted to fall.

They had already begun.

He had impregnated his son’s wife.
She had claimed herself as his woman.

There was nothing left to hold back.

Thomas raised his hand and parted Sarah’s pussy.

Her dark curls clung to his fingers as they spread aside, revealing her pink, wet slit glistening under the light.

Small, delicate.

But as his finger slipped in, her labia—smaller than expected—naturally parted, revealing bright pink inner flesh.

Thomas gently rubbed her soft pussy lips.

After fondling her pink slit for a while, he restrained his desire and moved closer to her.

He raised a hand, cupping her cheek.

The firm, elastic feel of her skin…

He lifted one finger, pressing it against her cherry-like lips.

At the sensation from her pussy, Sarah softly closed her eyes and moaned.

“Ah… hah… Thomas… I like it…”

His finger slowly slipped into her mouth.

Sarah instinctively lifted her tongue, sucking his finger.

Her hot, clinging tongue was obscene.

As Thomas slowly pulled his finger out, Sarah’s long, slender tongue followed, refusing to let go.

Thomas began teasing her tongue with his finger, still half-out of her mouth.

Sarah kept her tongue slightly out, accepting the humiliation