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Over the next following days, Im too weak- exhausted, barely leaving my room. I spend most of my time lying in bed, gazing out the window—lost in my thoughts..I just can't bring myself to get up, can't seem to find the energy to rise from the comfort of my bed.

The maids come in and out offering me food, but I simply refuse, my appetite completely lost, eyes are heavy with fatigue, my mind racing with conflicted emotions, as the hours tick by...

Sunlight streams through the window, painting stripes of gold across my blanket—but I don’t move.Lucas fusses in his crib nearby—hungry again already?—but even his whimpers can't pull me from this strange lethargy today...

Maids bring different foods every time—soup, rice, fruits—The maids gently but firmly coax me to eat, insisting that it's what's best for me. but the moment they mention "Boss insisted," my stomach twists in disgust.

Even when I consider eating something myself? Just hearing Jeon's name kills whatever little appetite I had left.I turn away sharply from the tray they set beside me, any bit of appetite I had vanishes into thin air.

Also uncle Park's words echo in my mind: I will help. But why would he? And how could he possibly help me?What if this was just another one of Jeon's wicked games? What if he and his uncle were in this together, setting a trap for me? What if this is all just a part of some twisted plan? I feel more lost and confused than ever...

I shake my head, trying to push away the paranoid thoughts. But the doubt lingers, poisoning any hope of clarity.

Lucas whine beside—I pick him up,his little body now noticeably chubbier since the first time I saw him. Maybe my milk is helping him grow healthy—it’s strange but undeniable that he thrives in my care.

He gripping my fingers–whines softly, I cradle him, gently pet his hair— He instantly snuggles into me with a happy coo—as if he knows exactly who takes care of him best...

I rock him gently in my arms, his little weight warm against me. But again—a wave of nausea hits me— I gulp down the urge to vomit and lean back weakly against the pillows…

Lucas pats my chest—tiny hands searching for my breast, tiny fingers press lightly over my sore nipples – he knows where milk would flow.He babbles softly, his hungry coos growing a little more insistent.

"What do you want, huh?" I murmur.

He frowns then a cheeky grin spreads across his face—tiny bunny teeth peek through his gums now—

"You're his child , isn't it?"

He tilts his head curiously…

"Do you want more milk?" I ask.But then I notice—the way he tilts his head. It's a gesture straight out of Jeon's playbook; he is really his son...

I bite my lip, a wave of bitterness wash over me. "You're just like your father, using my body like it's some kind of convenient tool.."

He pats again, trying to get my boobs out with his little hands but fails as his arms aren't quite strong enough yet. he's just too small to do it himself.

I sigh, my head spinning a bit, I unhook my bra and take out my breast—his mouth latched on, and he begins to eat hungrily.

I sigh- lean back—he sucks eagerly. As he does so, he looks up at me with eyes like his father's... but there's something else in those too... something I don't think Jeon understands at all.

I gently wipe at his cheeks, milk- drool has smeared down his little mouth. He continues to feed, eyes closing blissfully and tiny hands grip me tightly.

"You're a messy eater, you know that?" I say with fatigue. "But that's okay. You just want what you want, and you'll keep going until you get it, huh... "

he keeps suckling obliviously. "Your dad might be a monster—but you—You're just hungry."He takes big gulps—milk disappearing down his throat with each eager swallow.

I close my eyes—Silence settles like a heavy blanket over the room—Thud—the door slams open—

"WHY AREN'T YOU EATING?"

I turn—and there he is, standing at the doorway.

My stomach twists under his sharp stare—I hold Lucas closer to me—his tiny mouth still latched onto my breast.—Silence- heavy suffocating.

He stands there with eyes fixed on where Lucas feeds—I gulp- look down, tears well in my eyes.

Suddenly sound footsteps fills in room.

My heart races- i shrink back against the bed—fear, vulnerability crashing down like tidal waves.

Footsteps grow closer and closer.

Tears blurring my vision. He draws closer— then stopping at the edge of the bed—towering over me like some kind of looming shadow.

"Why. Aren't. You. Eating?"

I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing  "I'm... not... hungry."

His heavy breaths loud above me.

"Ugh-" my chin lifts up- i meet his dark, intense eyes— like I’m some unruly prisoner under interrogation.

His jaw clenches, he watches me with barely contained fury simmering beneath…

"Why?" He demands.

I gulp  "I-I'm not feeling well"

His eyes drop to my breasts—then snap back up to my face  "Are you on your period?"

My heart races-- i shake my head slowly .

"THEN WHY THE HELL AREN’T YOU EATING?"

Me and lucas flinch back—Lucas whines around my nipple…

Jeon's glares daggers at us, he breaths heavily. I shrink further—rock Lucas gently, soothing him as he slowly settles back against me.

Silence stretches, Air thick with tension—

"I . Asked. You . A . Question" he grits.

I glare at him "And I don’t want to give you the answers."

His eyes hardens—face turning into cold, unreadable as stone.

Silence hangs heavy.

He just stands less like a man and more kind of a bulging mountain in front, who refuses move unless forced.

"You think not eating is a choice here?"

I glare him, my patience snapping like a brittle thread. "What choices are you even talking about?!"

"Don’t you dare talk like this. You are my wife" He steps forward  "And I'm fully capable to fill your stomach with foods"

"I'm not your property!"

"YES, YOU ARE."

I grit—look down at Lucas, his happy gurgling and little fingers playing with my free nipple distracting me for a moment.

"Stop being difficult and eat your food, now" he orders firmly.

"I won't eat— you can't boss me around all the time."

"I CAN.... AND I WILL"

"Oh really? How huh?"

He leans down to my face "I. Can. Tie. You. To. The. Bed. And. Feed. You. Myself."

My blood boils  "Fuck . You"

His nostrils flare—eyes burning in mine "You really want to test me, huh?"

I gulp—His eyes boring in mine.

Tension hangs heavy in air...

Lucas burps, unlatches from my nipple—Jeon's eyes drop to my chest.

I look down—its leaking, i quickly tuck in my exposed nipple. my cheeks burning—i carefully place Lucas on the bed. His eyes still stucked, i feel conscious, awkward that they're out open like this...

He straightens up—   "MAIDS"

Four maids immediately scurry inside, each carrying a huge tray loaded up with foods.

"PLACE EVERYTHING HERE." He sneers, gesturing at the bed.

The maids hastily place the trays on the bed, the foods looking and smelling appetizing. There are all kinds of different delicacies laid out—from exotic fruits to succulent chicken, and more...

My stomach churns violently— I bite down on my cheek, holding back the urge to gag.

"Finish all of them now" He demands.

I look up at him—disbelief horror creeping in, he is demanding me to eat every single bite- it makes me nauseous already…

I grit my teeth. "I...i wont eat"

His eyes darken, fists clenched at his sides " Eat. Them. Now."

My heart racing, tears well in my eyes. "I....I Won't....Eat."

He takes a step closer "Last chance. Eat now—or I will force feed you."

My heart sinks—tears stream down my face. I shake my head "I...I won't...i won't eat..."

He freezes—eyes boring in mine,  jaw clenching tight—"what did you just say?"

"Please —please...i—"

"LAST CHANCE- EAT OR I—"

"Umugh-" nausea hits—i can't hold anymore— i run to the bathroom.

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