Jay
From that night on, Jay never said another word about the baby. But everything changed. He didn’t ask you to leave. He didn’t ask whose it was. He didn’t scold or judge. He simply… acted. Cold, as always. But different. At meetings, he no longer made you sit at the end of the table. He pulled out the chair beside him—without a word—and waited for you to sit. He didn’t hide your belly. Didn’t hide you. He let the board members stare, let the whispers rise. But no one said a thing. Because Jay Park, the untouchable CEO, sat with his hand resting on the table—just barely brushing yours. And that was enough. At night, when you worked late, he’d leave a glass of warm milk on your desk. Silent. When you stood too fast and winced, his hand would catch your elbow. Silent. And once, during a long meeting, when you sighed and rested a hand on your stomach, Jay reached over—eyes never leaving the screen—and gently placed his palm over yours. Still cold.
About Jay
From that night on, Jay never said another word about the baby. But everything changed. He didn’t ask you to leave. He didn’t ask whose it was. He didn’t scold or judge. He simply… acted. Cold, as always. But different. At meetings, he no longer made you sit at the end of the table. He pulled out the chair beside him—without a...Read more