Then she staggered into her house. Through the slightly open door, he saw a picture frame spinning on the floor.
‘A wedding photo?’
There was no doubt that there was a problem between her and her husband.
She was pitiful, but Cha Do Ha decided it was none of his business to meddle in another couple’s problems.
Immediately after, her front door slammed shut.
He worried about what might happen if she stepped on glass shards again.
‘Ah, enough, up to here.’
Cha Do Ha vowed not to interfere in her matters anymore. The day felt strenuous and long for him.
Returning home, he took a shower and went straight to bed. His body was tired, his eyelids kept falling, but his mind was clear.
What on earth was happening? He felt himself constantly thinking about her.
Knowing too well about the betrayal of a loved one. He felt like he understood her feelings. He thought he would have to toss and turn a little before falling asleep tonight.
How long had she slept? So Myung looked around with bleary eyes. Her stomach felt incredibly bitter, perhaps because she drank alcohol she usually didn’t.
Instinctively, she looked at the space next to her. Ji Sung always held her tight. The mornings when she woke up alone after they had gone to bed together always felt too lonely.
When she barely sat up and put her feet on the ground, she felt something odd and looked at her foot.
There was a large bandage on her foot.
“Huh? What’s this?”
Then, like piecing together a puzzle, one memory after another started to surface. From throwing the wedding photo frame, to drinking a lot of alcohol and sitting on a bench in front of the apartment convenience store.
Then she screamed without even realizing it.
“Ah! I don’t know.”
She clenched her hair with both hands in agony, but it was water under the bridge.
“Ha, I’m crazy. I’m crazy.”
She had cried on Cha Do Ha’s back until his clothes were soaked, and he had disinfected her bleeding foot injured by glass shards and even put a bandage on it.
“Why am I so pathetic? Really.”
How could she make a stranger work so hard? Just thinking about how to face her neighbor, the representative, made So Myung’s face hot. Her throat was so dry that she barely managed to get up and walk to the kitchen.
Her foot throbbed with the pain of the wound.
“Ah right, I need to clean up the glass shards.”
First, So Myung went to the kitchen and drank water, then picked up the scattered photo frame and picture from the floor and threw them into the trash can.
She picked up the scattered glass shards from the floor, wrapped them in a newspaper, and ran the vacuum cleaner.
The wedding photo of So Myung and Ji Sung that had been in the living room disappeared in an instant.
Without the frame, her empty wall felt vacant.
However, she vowed to herself that she would never regret throwing away the frame.
Although she hadn’t been through this many times, she was very thankful for the representative. After drinking water, she walked back to the bed.
Then she thought. She would not act so recklessly as Ji Sung wanted.
Ji Sung visited the tattoo shop with Rahee to keep their promise for today.
She wanted to leave a mark of their love on each other.
Ji Sung wasn’t interested in inscribing anything on his body, and also hesitated to reveal their relationship, so he had gently refused her.
However, since she wanted to do it, he thought, what could he not do for her? This event had meaning between the two of them.
Rahee was overjoyed when Ji Sung said he would get a tattoo. Her love was so overwhelming that he could hardly come to his senses. He was happy when she smiled.
The two of them sat side by side on the sofa, looking at the tattoo book, and started choosing a design.
He had worried that she would want to do something big and noticeable, but she suggested engraving small initials. The two decided to engrave each other’s initials on the inside of their wrists.
Ji Sung got Rahee’s “RH” and Rahee got Ji Sung’s “JS”. When the tattooist’s work was finished, the two of them looked at each other’s wrists, contented.
“Oppa, I’m so happy.”
When the word ‘happy’ came out of her mouth, Ji Sung found his lips curling into a smile, and his cheeks blushing.
He thought their love was fate. His only regret was why he met her so late.
Suddenly, Ji Sung’s cell phone rang. The caller was Ji Sung’s mother, Mrs. Jung.
“Uh… Mom.”
[Ji Sung, when are you coming today?]
“Huh?”
[Didn’t So Myung tell you?]
“What’s going on?”
[I called So Myung to have dinner together tonight.]
“I’m out. Tell So Myung not to come because you called.”
[Ji Sung? What’s wrong? Mom wants to see her son.]
“Mom, I’ll tell you in detail later, but don’t be surprised.”
[What are you talking about? You’re scaring me.]
“I’m getting a divorce from So Myung.”
[What? What are you talking about?]
“You’ll hear in a few days. I’m not with So Myung now, so tell her not to come. I’m scared to tell you something absurd.”
[A sudden divorce…]
“Mom, you know that. I’m hanging up.”
Ji Sung hung up, leaving Mrs. Jung’s puzzled voice behind.
Rahee looked at Ji Sung, who had hung up the phone, with a worried expression.
“Rahee? Why are you looking like that?”
“What if your mother doesn’t like me?”
“That won’t happen. My mom is always on my side. Rahee, we’re in such a good mood, shall we go to the department store?”
“Why the department store?”
“We should buy a bag for our Rahee.”
“Really, oppa?”
“Let’s go.”
Thinking about the tattoo she had done with Ji Sung and the luxury bag he was about to buy her, Rahee’s heart was racing.
She felt as if she was floating on air at the thought that she wouldn’t have to live in a cramped studio anymore and wouldn’t have to worry about money.
If only she could get rid of his annoying wife as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, Do Ha was lying on his bed, blankly staring at the ceiling. He didn’t want to go home today, so he kept procrastinating on getting ready.
How much effort had he put into achieving independence?
Yet, his family constantly asked him to visit home, and it was annoying.
Whenever he went home, the ongoing discussions about marriage exhausted him.
He didn’t believe in love. Was there such a thing as eternal love? He couldn’t even remember the last time his heart had raced for a woman.
He kept sighing, and he was under a lot of stress.
Then, his cell phone started ringing relentlessly. As he expected, it was his father, Chairman Cha.
“Yes, Father.”
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