“So Myung, why wouldn’t you? You have a solid career. You’re still young. You’re pretty. You have a good personality. What’s the problem? Ji Sung, that guy, he’ll regret losing you for the rest of his life.”
“…….”
“Cheer up.”
Ji Min looked at So Myung and comforted her sincerely. Before she knew it, time had passed, Ji Min had gone home, and So Myung was alone again.

After pouring out everything to Ji Min, So Myung felt slightly better.

The only person who could solve this unbelievable event that had happened to her was she herself.

So Myung was lying in bed when something seemed to occur to her, and she jumped up and ran to the balcony.

Her eyes were filled with worry. She hadn’t been able to pay attention to it because of what happened with Ji Sung.

Fortunately, none of the plants had died, but they all looked wilted.

‘I’m sorry.’
So Myung began to water the plants. She had been so happy to water the plants……

As she was watering the plants and heading back to her bed, her phone buzzed with a text notification.

It was an unknown number. She quickly checked the message.

[I would like to meet you.] [Who is this?] [I have something to tell you about Ji Sung.] At the mention of ‘Ji Sung’, So Myung’s heart sank.

She started typing a message with trembling hands.

[Where should we meet?] [I will come to your area.] [Where?] [A cafe in front of your house would be nice.] [Please contact me when you arrive.] [Yes.]

So Myung had chills down her spine at the audacious attitude of the mistress. However, the thought of meeting her arose.

She needed to see the woman’s face, to see what the face of the woman who was intending to destroy another’s family looked like.

Also, she had the thought that seeing her directly might strengthen her feelings towards Ji Sung.

Her entire body trembled as if it were a trembling reed. It was exceedingly hard to calm down. Holding back her boiling rage with great difficulty, she walked to the bathroom.

She started to shower after undressing. The warm stream of water enveloped her body.

So Myung was enduring with all her might.

After the shower, she sat at the dressing table. When she was working, she used to make quite an effort to put on makeup…

She took out her makeup pouch and started to put on makeup.

Due to the tension, her hand was unsteady. Her eyebrows were consistently drawn skewed.

She started to nervously erase the skewed eyebrows with a wet wipe.

‘I shouldn’t cry. I don’t want to look pathetic.’
She kept tilting her head back to hold back the tears that were continually welling up.

After trying for a long time, she finally finished her makeup and changed her clothes.

She wore the neat suit she used to wear when she went to work and anxiously waited for a message.

About an hour later, the message notification rang.

[Be at the cafe near the apartment.] So Myung grabbed her bag and ran to the basement parking lot. It was a bit far to walk, so she drove to the cafe.

She was about to get out of the car when she parked at the cafe, but her legs were trembling.

Extreme tension was pressing her hard. She barely got out of the car and took a deep breath.

And then, she walked slowly into the cafe.

She scanned the people inside the cafe. Then she saw the back of a man she had seen many times.

It was her husband, Ji Sung.

Ji Sung was sitting side by side with a woman, and they were chuckling as if something was funny.

So Myung, whose eyes momentarily whirled, walked briskly towards them.

As So Myung was walking behind them, the two didn’t see her coming.

So Myung grabbed as much of the long, wavy hair of the woman sitting next to Ji Sung as she could, and with all her might, she yanked it.

Taken by surprise, Ra Hee’s head jerked backward without her being able to properly defend herself.

Ra Hee started to scream in a tearing pain as her hair was being ripped out.

So Myung, without releasing the grip on her hand, shouted.

“Is there nothing else for you to steal that you’re eyeing someone else’s husband?”
“Ah, ack, let go. It’s too painful. Ahh.”
So Myung increased the strength in her hand and yanked the hair as hard as she could.

Startled by So Myung’s actions, Ji Sung was speechless for a moment before he snapped back to his senses at Ra Hee’s piercing scream.

“Hong So Myung, what the hell are you doing.”
Ji Sung went behind So Myung, grabbed her waist, and threw her onto the floor.

With Ji Sung’s strength, So Myung rolled around on the cold marble floor.

Struggling with the shock of falling to the floor, So Myung could not get up, and Ji Sung rushed over to Ra Hee, stroking her head.

“Are you okay?”
“It hurts so much. Why is your wife so uncivilized?”

Ji Sung approached So Myung and tried to help her up.

“Get up, Hong So Myung. Apologize to Ra Hee. What the hell is this? You’re being uncivilized.”
In the hands of So Myung, who was prostrated on the floor, were clumps of Ra Hee’s hair.

Due to the commotion caused by So Myung and Ra Hee at the cafe, the police were called.

After Ji Sung apologized to the cafe owner and promised to adequately compensate for the damage, thereby calming the angry owner, the police left.

Barely managing to get up, So Myung stepped outside. Ji Sung looked at So Myung with a cold gaze and spoke.

“I feel pathetic for having loved a woman like you.”
“Ji Sung? Can’t you see me?”
“Do you know why I came here? I thought I had to show you directly so you would let go. Did you get a shock?”
From the side, Ra Hee, who had been standing with her arms crossed and a furious face, spoke sharply.

“Should I sue you for assault? Do you think no one will help me?”
“You shameless woman.”
So Myung glared at Ra Hee with a frightening face and spoke.

“Bro, I’m scared of that woman. Look at her.”
“Let’s see how well you live after making others shed tears of blood.”

As So Myung swaggered towards Ra Hee, Ji Sung grabbed So Myung’s wrist.

“Stop it. She’s the woman I love.”
“You jerk. How could you? Say that in front of me? Your wife is me. It’s me.”
“Stamp on the divorce papers. Let’s not prolong this and become more pitiful.”
“It seems like you’re the pitiful one.”
That’s when a low, sharp male voice reached Ji Sung’s ears.