“May he never ejaculate again, let alone father a child.” Hye-jin whispered it in front of the divorce papers. What trembled in her hands was no bouquet, but a syringe filled with violet liquid. Her ex-husband, Min-su, was moments away from walking in to sign.
## The First Vow, Now BrokenLilies had scattered over their wedding aisle; at the divorce, lilies turned to toxin. Hye-jin swirled the vial and asked herself, Is this truly the end? Min-su once claimed he didn’t want children. “Just us two is enough.” When had those words become a lie—or had they always been?
--- ## The Final Drink He TookUnsuspecting, Min-su signed. His pen shook above the page; the hand that once held hers trembled alone. Hye-jin remembered the first night he bit back another woman’s name. From that moment she had wished his genes erased from the earth.
The doctor had said, “Pregnancy is still possible.” He never said with whom. Hye-jin understood: Min-su wanted a child—just not with her.
--- ## A Blessing Turned CurseHye-jin’s story is not singular. Last month in Busan, a woman named Su-jin slipped something into her ex-husband’s glass of soju at their divorce dinner. When he frowned—“This tastes strange”—she answered, “That’s the flavor of goodbye.”
Afterward Su-jin confessed, “No one knew it was a vasectomy drug. The vet next door got it for me.” She laughed softly. “Now he can leave children with no one.”
--- ## Why We Wish Worse Than DeathPsychologist Dr. Kim Hyun-jung explains: “Divorce is not merely the end of a relationship; it is the termination of a genetic contest. The urge to erase the other’s entire lineage borders on biological instinct.”
Why do we long to block the other’s fertility? Is hatred merely love inverted? Or do we dread a child who might carry the face we can no longer bear to see?
--- ## His Seed Runs No MoreMin-su still doesn’t know. The document he signed was more than divorce papers. That evening Hye-jin received a text from the clinic: Procedure complete. Spermatogenesis has ceased permanently.
She switched off her phone. Outside, snow drifted past the window. This is not revenge, it is erasure. The desire to wipe out every future bearing Min-su’s name—whether that marks the end of love or its darkest beginning.
--- > If such a chance were given to you, could you bring yourself to annihilate even his last trace of DNA?