My Chubby Wife (S5 ) ep 1

Taehyung’s POV

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Hi. I’m Kim Taehyung.The unwanted son of the Kim family.

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My existence..... An accident in their eyes. A stain on their name......But I… I am the son of Kim Tae Mu, the once-prized eldest alpha of the Kim bloodline.

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But I… I am the son of Kim Tae Mu, the once-prized eldest alpha of the Kim bloodline.And my mother..... Not a chaebol princess. Not a politician’s omega. She was…..A maid....A gentle, sweet, soft-spoken maid who fell in love with the wrong alpha.....Her name was Shin Hari. My father said she smelled like spring rain — soft, clean, honest. He told her, “I’ll choose you in every life.”......And he did.

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When the Kim family found out about them, they gave him two options: “Leave that omega… or leave this family.”He chose her. He chose love.and for that, they erased him from every portrait. Every document. Every ceremony.I was born a year later....An omega.

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Not just an unwanted one — a chubby, delicate, wide-eyed boy who cried too easily and laughed too much.They never forgave him for choosing her.And they never forgave me for being proof that he did.

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I don’t remember much from before the accident.Just the scent of warm jasmine shampoo. My mother’s soft hands feeding me strawberries in the garden. My father humming lullabies in a deep voice that made me feel safe.

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Then....Screams.. Glass.....Fire.....Blood.

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Gone......Just like that. ....They say I was four.....Too young to understand what death really meant. But I knew something was missing......I knew it every time I reached out at night and found no one beside me.

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After the funeral, I was taken to the Kim mansion.Kim Dong Wook — my grandfather — the ruthless patriarch, held me in his arms like I was a stranger's child.I think… I think he loved my father once. He didn’t hate me. But he didn’t know what to do with me either.The rest of the family? Cold eyes. Furrowed brows. Whispers in the hallway.Kim Jieun and Kim Yeji, the wives of his younger sons, were the worst. They looked at me like I was something rotting in their dining hall.To them, I was the maid’s bastard. An eyesore. A threat.I was five when aunt Yeji slapped me for using the wrong towel. Six when aunt Jieun snatched a cupcake from my hands and told me “fat omegas like you don’t deserve sweets.”They didn’t even try to hide it.

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Grandfather saw.Maybe he felt guilty. Or maybe he just didn’t want blood on his carpets.So he sent me away.To a boarding school— far from the Kim estate, far from the women who smiled with poisoned lips.I grew up in dorm rooms. Celebrated birthdays with no candles. Hugged myself to sleep.Sometimes I went years without visiting the Kim mansion. And honestly, it was better that way.But even in silence, I heard things.They whispered that Kim Jimin, Min Ho and Yeji’s only son, was everything an omega should be elegant, perfect, delicate like a porcelain doll.They said he should inherit the company.

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Not me.....Never me.

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When I turned twenty, I came back for a single dinner. I wore my glasses. A loose shirt. I didn’t speak unless spoken to. auntJieun narrowed her eyes at me.aunt Yeji smiled too sweetly and called me “nephew” like it was a bad taste on her tongue.But Kim Bogum my uncle clapped my back and said, “Your father built that company with his bare hands. It’s yours.”And uncle Kim Min Ho, who rarely spoke, added “We’ll sign the shares. Let the boy handle it.”Their support shocked everyone.Especially aunt Jieun and aunt Yeji, who had already picked out an office for Jimin.

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So now…Here I am....Owner of Kim Tae Jewelry.The son of an omega they spat on.An outsider standing at the head of a legacy I wasn’t supposed to inherit.I run the company quietly. Efficiently. I speak only when needed. And I dress in soft baggy clothes because I don’t want anyone to look at me too closely.

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A fat, pitiful omega....Not beautiful....Not wanted....Just tolerated. ..But I survived....And maybe… that’s enough.Or at least, I thought so…Until last night.....Until the video....Until the messages.Until someone reminded meThat even in silence I was being watched.