Now that they could never go back to just being friends, he wondered why she said that. He pleaded and clung to her, but in the end, he had no choice but to go along with what Eunsu wanted.
‘I should have tried to win that time.’
After a while, the driver’s voice came through.
“Which side should I stop at?”
“Just past the next signal, please. Thank you.”
Even after getting out of the taxi, Eunsu was still half-asleep. Juhan hurriedly slung Eunsu’s bag, which was about to drag on the ground, over his neck and supported her into the villa building.
“301, right? I won’t look, so hurry up and enter the code.”
With one arm given to Juhan and her head drooping, Eunsu pressed the door lock code with her other hand.
Beep-beep-beep.
The sound of an error echoed, and Eunsu tried again. She got it wrong again, and then one more time.
“Ah… Damn it.”
“What, what?”
“If you get it wrong five times, we can’t get in.”
“What?”
Juhan’s face turned pale. Eunsu dramatically swept her hair back.
“I have two more tries.”
Then she pressed the four-digit number again.
“Why is it wrong again, why! It’s my house, why can’t I get in! 0325, that’s right!”
“Oops…”
The noise was loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. Juhan quickly covered Eunsu’s mouth and, resigned, pressed the code Eunsu had just mentioned.
Luckily, the door finally opened.
“Why does it choose people? Hey, I’m the owner, me!”
Juhan gently pushed Eunsu, who was starting to argue with the door lock, inside the house. Eunsu obediently took off her shoes and went in.
As Juhan was about to run out, fearing a sudden drunk escape, Eunsu suddenly turned around.
“My bag.”
“Oh.”
Juhan had forgotten about Eunsu’s crossbody bag slung around his neck. As he was about to take it off, Eunsu grabbed the strap and pulled it. This sudden pull dragged Juhan into the entrance.
“Wait, I’m giving it to you!”
Due to Eunsu’s pulling, Juhan was swayed around like he was on a leash. Even as he bowed, Juhan was much taller, so no matter how much Eunsu pulled from below, it wasn’t easy to remove the strap.
“Ah, you really… Oh!”
The moment Juhan finally got the strap off his neck, Eunsu staggered backward. Juhan quickly reached out to catch her as she nearly fell backward…
“Ah!”
They both fell over.
“Are you okay?”
Eunsu lay back with her eyes closed, and Juhan was precariously perched above her.
Eunsu’s head and the floor were separated by Juhan’s hand, which felt numb. Even though Juhan had instinctively cushioned her fall, the thud suggested she might have been hurt. Juhan was worriedly checking on her when Eunsu didn’t move at all. Suddenly, his heart sank.
“Could it be a concussion…”
As Juhan trailed off, he looked down at Eunsu lying beneath him.
They were excessively close. If he relaxed his arm that was pressing against the floor beside Eunsu’s face even a bit, they could close the remaining distance in an instant.
Juhan gently removed his hand that had been cushioning Eunsu’s head. Still, seeing that Eunsu didn’t open her eyes, he carefully raised his hand again.
Then his long fingers lightly tapped Eunsu’s forehead.
Snap.
“Ouch!”
“Wake up. Go to bed.”
Judging from Eunsu’s fluttering eyelids and uncomfortable breathing that she wasn’t injured or asleep, just unable to open her eyes, Juhan had flicked her forehead.
Despite the loud snap, it wasn’t very painful. Only after feeling Juhan’s weight and shadow move away from her did Eunsu sluggishly sit up.
“How, how did you know…”
Eunsu, in a half-awake, awkward stance, stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it.
She had sobered up a bit from the shock of falling earlier, and in sudden embarrassment, she pretended to sleep, but it was even more embarrassing when she was caught.
Eager to hide her face, she pulled the familiar, soft blanket over her and was soon engulfed by sleepiness.
“I’ll just have a glass of water before I leave.”
There was no response from Eunsu, now genuinely asleep.
Juhan opened the refrigerator and took out a small bottle of water, drinking half of it quickly. He hadn’t drunk much alcohol, but he had sobered up completely while bringing the intoxicated Eunsu home, feeling hot and bothered only now.
It was Juhan’s first time inside Eunsu’s home. He had never thought to enter her place, as he considered home interiors private, not to be shared casually. Yet Eunsu frequented his place without hesitation.
Eunsu’s standards seemed more relaxed, probably because her workplace was right upstairs, making the threshold feel lower.
Standing there for a while, Juhan looked around the spacious studio, separated only into a kitchen and bathroom.
True to Eunsu’s nature of spending more time at , the atmosphere was simple. Yet, each small item reflected her taste. Like her personality of holding onto things she cares about, many items were old enough for Juhan to remember.
As he moved towards the entrance, his eyes caught a shelf of neatly arranged albums – the works of singer Yoon Bin. The most recent album was displayed like a frame, showing its front.
Juhan closely observed the signature on the album.
[To precious and grateful Eunsu,I couldn’t have made it here without you. Thanks for always supporting me.]
Not even blood siblings would be this affectionate.
With countless fans worldwide calling him ‘brother.’
Staring intensely at the album jacket’s silhouette of the picturesque Yoon Bin, Juhan turned around. His eyes filled with the sight of Eunsu, deep in sleep.
Talking to the employees about dating you was easier and more fun than I thought.
But it also seems much crueler than I expected.
Turning towards the door, Juhan let out a breath, more complex than a sigh.
“…What a thing to try. With you.”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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