Sain wedi'i Rhannu

The steam was the first thing Hannah felt—a humid, heavy warning—before the searing liquid made contact. The boiling water soaked into her maternity shirt, clinging to her eight-month-pregnant belly. She didn’t scream at first; the shock was too deep. Across from her stood Min-ho, her ex-husband, holding the empty kettle with a smirk that didn't reach his cold eyes. "You forgot your place, Hannah," he hissed as she collapsed to the floor. "Without me, you are nothing but a guest in my country."