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No 2024-11-27 19:43 active 1932 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 Chapter 1 "You'll have the test results in about an hour." The nurse's smile was gentle and reassuring as she took the vial of blood from Madeline Sanders. Madeline held a cotton swab to her arm and settled into a chair in the waiting area. She was a bit pale, but her eyes sparkled with hope. She had a hunch she was conceived, and that hospital visit was just to make sure. Three years ago, Trevon Gibson was involved in a terrible car crash that left him comatose, with doctors saying he would never wake up. Lydia Sanders, Trevon's high school sweetheart and Madeline's half-sister, did not waste any time and jetted off abroad for her studies. Somehow, Trevon's grandmother—Edith Gibson—figured that Madeline was Trevon's lucky charm and insisted she marry him. The Gibson family promised to care for Madeline's mother, who was lost in her own world of madness. Madeline felt trapped but agreed to the marriage. Little did everyone know that Madeline was secretly in love with Trevon for years. To everyone's surprise, Trevon woke up after the wedding. However, Madeline's joy was short-lived. Trevon's first words to her were icy and calculated. "Out of respect for my grandmother, I'll take you as Mrs. Gibson for three years. When Lydia returns in three years, I will marry her." Madeline had braced herself to play along with that deal, ready to step aside when the time came. However, life threw a curveball a month and a half ago. Trevon stumbled home after drowning his sorrows in wine that day, and Madeline single-handedly managed to drag him inside. Supporting a drunken Trevon was like moving a boulder—each step a battle of strength. Madeline and Trevon could no longer keep themselves upright and crumpled to the floor just inside the front door. Their lips brushed together in the fall, an accidental kiss that sent Madeline's heart racing. Trevon was a notorious germaphobe, avoiding physical contact like the plague. However, that unexpected kiss seemed to unlock something in him, and he leaned in for another. Madeline was caught off guard, but she did not resist. Later, in the quiet aftermath, Madeline could not bear to stay in the bed they shared. She tiptoed around the sleeping Trevon, erasing any trace of what had happened between them. The hospital was a hive of activity, but Madeline felt alone in the crowd. With trembling hands, she opened the lab results. 'Early stage of conceive. Recommend a follow-up ultrasound.' Joy flickered across her face, quickly hidden behind her hand to muffle her giggles. Regardless of the state of her marriage, that baby was a precious gift. She was eager to tell Trevon, her fingers hovering over her phone. However, she hesitated. Trevon's germaphobia was not just about objects—it extended to people. She had seen him scrub his hands raw after a mere handshake. However, wine had loosened his inhibitions that one night. Would he believe the baby was his? Doubt clouded Madeline's mind, bringing a headache and a wave of nausea. She was jostled as a group of doctors in white coats rushed by, nearly sending her phone flying. "Emergency! Please step aside," a nurse said, flashing Madeline a quick, apologetic smile before dashing off. Madeline took a deep breath, watching the commotion unfold. Her gaze drifted to the emergency room doors without much thought. However, in a heartbeat, her eyes widened in shock. Trevon was there, shielding Lydia as they stepped down from the ambulance. He guided her gently onto a stretcher and, with a team around them, made a beeline for the VIP suite. A chilling shiver sliced through Madeline, her knees buckling as she clung to the nearby railing for support. Lydia was back. In the hospital room, the doctor briefed Trevon. "It seems like a mild concussion, but we'll need the test results to be sure." Trevon's expression was serious. "Speed it up. Use the VIP route." Lydia, stretched out on the gurney, smiled weakly at Trevon. "You're always so kind to me." Lydia pouted as she continued, "I wasn't paying attention. Who would've thought a bike bump could lead to a concussion? In Ameristan, people usually slow down on their own." Trevon gave her a fleeting, detached look. A flicker of worry crossed Lydia's face. "Trevon, with Skylandia's tight deadlines, isn't my accident going to set us back a lot?" Skylandia was the latest venture from Trevon's gaming empire, Xystos Tech, and Lydia had returned to lead the art on it. "I won't stay here. I have to get back to work," she declared, attempting to get out of bed. Trevon was quick to intervene, his hand on her shoulder easing her back down. "Don't be childish." As the tender scene unfolded, Madeline watched them outside the VIP room with gritted teeth. Trevon was notorious for his meticulous ways, but he did have a soft spot. He was not always distant. He just saved all his warmth for Lydia. Madeline felt a wave of emotion as she teared up. She touched her nose and fought the tears. Without really knowing why, she found herself pulling out her phone and calling Trevon. In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Trevon's face froze for a moment as he checked his phone, then casually handed it off to his assistant, Simon Taylors. "Tell her I'm tied up in a meeting." Madeline's heart clenched as Trevon's annoyed expression flickered across his face. Simon, moving to the side, answered Madeline's call softly. "Hello, Mrs. Gibson. Mr. Gibson is busy in a meeting. Is there something you need?" Madeline's lips twitched with a defeated smile. "No, it's nothing. I just hit the wrong button." Simon frowned. "Mr. Gibson's schedule is packed. Please be more careful in the future, Mrs. Gibson." The future? Was there even a future to speak of? Lydia, overhearing Simon, gave Trevon a subtle glance. She casually showed off the pink Hello Kitty bandage on her hand. Trevon's eyes snapped to it, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "You still haven't kicked that old habit, I see." Lydia forced a smile. "Well, you know I've always been fond of Hello Kitty." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to soften. Madeline could not stand it any longer. Clutching her phone, she turned around and left. She thought one night could change things, but it was just wishful thinking. Despite the autumn season, Redenbaugh City was sweltering, and the hospital's air conditioning was cranked up, sending chills down her spine. She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on air. Suddenly, a little boy darted into her path, bumping into her. Madeline's face went pale as she caught the little boy, but in doing so, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. The fall sent a chill up her spine, and she held her belly, too afraid to move. The boy, however, started wailing, drawing curious glances from passersby. His mother rushed over and gave him a quick once-over. When she found him unscathed, she pulled him into a tight embrace before turning to Madeline with fury. "Can't you watch where you're going? You ran into my baby! How will you make this right?" Madeline, her mind on the baby she was carrying, bit back her pain and chose not to retaliate. Instead, she made her way to the maternity ward upstairs. The mother was not having it, yanking on Madeline's arm. "You think you can just hit someone and leave?" Madeline, nearly tripping over, turned slightly and offered calmly, "Should we review the security footage?" The woman, clutching her son, stormed off. Madeline felt her vision darken as she clutched her chest. She leaned against the railing, immobilized. In the VIP ward, Lydia gazed at Trevon longingly and leaned in for a kiss. Trevon, who was aloof, felt a wave of nausea as she got close. His vision blurred, and his chest tightened. He flinched and shoved Lydia away. Chapter 2 "Here's the divorce agreement. Take a look." Trevon, fresh from the hospital, confronted Madeline with a request for divorce. The image of Lydia's hurt look lingered in his mind, leaving him with a sense of resignation. His rejection was not just about his aversion to germs. It was also the sudden sickness and weakness that overtook him. He dismissed it as a one-off, which was not worth worrying about. However, faced with Madeline, the discomfort was undeniable. Madeline, still reeling from her hospital visit, was blindsided by the divorce papers laid out before her. It took a moment for her to find her voice, and when she did, it quivered. "Do we really have to end this?" "Yes." Madeline's grip tightened, and the question she could not suppress spilled out. "Is it because Lydia's back?" Trevon loosened his tie, his face turning to stone. "Didn't I make myself clear three years ago?" He had, and she had accepted it. However
 "If... Just if..." Madeline hesitated, biting her lip. Trevon was impatient. "Madeline, you can't always want more." She looked up sharply, disbelief etched on her face. Did he think she was haggling over the divorce terms? With several deliberate taps on the table, Trevon continued, "Indeed, you've done everything required of being a wife these past three years. There's a modest place near Johnsrud. It's yours now. That's the best I can do. Don't make me lose respect for you." Madeline's response was trapped in her throat as she smiled bitterly. Three years of marriage, and her reward was a house. Should she be thankful? He was determined to get the divorce over with, by any means necessary. There was no need to mention the baby. It would only complicate how he saw her. She did not need a man whose heart belonged to another. Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you were
 I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..." Before she could finish, Trevon was at the sink, lathering up with soap, washing his hands with deliberate care three times before reaching for a piece of the sour orange. He scrunched his forehead, eyeing the orange for a long moment before popping it into his mouth. Madeline's jaw dropped in astonishment. However, Trevon did not spit it out. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before looking at her seriously. "Next time, make sure the knife's washed three times, okay?" The urge to bite into that tangy orange slice was irresistible. Sure enough, the sour kick seemed to soothe his queasy stomach. It was not just some bug. His nausea had kicked in right after Madeline's, as if he was only sick because she was. What was up with that? Trevon made a mental note to get to the bottom of it. Madeline gave a simple "Oh" in response. They finished the orange together, a moment of closeness they had not felt in three years. After washing her hands, Madeline looked up at Trevon. Sharing that sour fruit seemed to have bridged the gap between them, if only a little. However, their journey together was nearing its end. She murmured, "I'll sign the divorce papers." It was like cashing out after three years. A million and five hundred thousand, and a house to her name. She was coming out ahead. When she was about to sign, Trevon snatched the papers away. "We'll add another house to the deal. Wait for the lawyer's final draft." Madeline nodded, still in a daze. Suddenly, Trevon's phone buzzed and Lydia's whiny voice came through as he picked up the call. "Trevon, when are you coming? I'm bored." Madeline gripped her pen so hard her thumb whitened, nearly snapping it. Trevon ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. Madeline stepped forward, her voice tinged with concern. "How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma?" "We'll talk when I'm back," Trevon replied before the door slammed shut behind him. The house, once filled with life, echoed with emptiness. Madeline chuckled at herself, shook off the silence, and went to the kitchen to whip up some noodles. After all, she had to think about the little one growing inside her. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Expecting Trevon, who might have forgotten something, she swung the door open only to be greeted by unwelcome faces. Madeline's warmth vanished. "What are you two doing here?" Cilix Sanders, her father, smiled and said, "You weren't picking up, so your mom and I thought we'd drop by." Her phone did show a string of missed calls. Ignoring their calls was nothing new, but their sudden visit was unexpected. "My mom's lost her mind, locked up in Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital. Did you forget to visit her, or did you forget she's there?" Skylar Lowe, Madeline's stepmother, stood beside Cilix in her flawless outfit. She looked nothing like someone who had toiled in the fields. However, her sharp and calculative eyes matched her biting tone. "Such disrespect! Where are your manners?" Madeline was furious. If she truly lacked manners, Skylar would have been long gone. It was Skylar's appearance, after all, that had tipped her mother over the edge. However, Madeline had been biding her time, collecting proof. They would all pay, eventually. Pushing down the bile, she asked coolly, "So, what brings you here?" "Let's talk inside," was all they said. Once they were in, Madeline poured water into two glasses, her hands steady as stone. Madeline's calm and compliant facade only fueled Skylar's ego. With an arrogant head tilt, she announced, "Your sister's back in town. It's time you end things with Trevon and give up your title as Mrs. Gibson to her!" Madeline fought the impulse to douse Skylar with water as she gripped the kettle firmly. "Give it up? I'm not following you." Madeline's gaze shifted to Cilix. "You told me when Trevon was in that coma, the company was strapped for cash. Marrying Trevon was the only way to afford my mom's medical bills. I married into the Gibson family for the sake of the Sanders family. How did Lydia end up taking my place as the daughter-in-law of the Gibson family?" Chapter 3 "I was looking out for the Sanders family too," Cilix said as he sipped his water. "The Sanders-Gibson family alliance is crucial. Three years by Trevon's side, and what? No kids, no hold on his heart, no benefits for the Sanders family. Now that Lydia's back, along with her bond with Trevon, these issues will vanish. I can even afford better care for your mother." Cilix's duplicity struck Madeline once more. Madeline countered, "Did you forget why Lydia left the country? Or do you think the Gibsons have forgotten too?" "That's why we're asking you to initiate the divorce with Trevon," Cilix replied. Madeline saw right through their plot. She would step aside, letting Lydia take the lead, and the Sanders family would reap all the rewards. After a tense silence, Madeline broke the ice. "I'm willing to divorce Trevon, but on one condition. I want my mom's shares—the ones she's entitled to." Cilix instantly became furious. Once upon a time, the Sanders family was a picture of unity. Cilix, who came from nothing, married Bella Ziegler—Madeline's mother—and quickly turned his fortune around with a garment factory. However, Bella paid a steep price, severing ties with her own family. It was not until Skylar—previously 'Jolene', with her kids in tow—showed up that Bella realized the magnitude of her mistake. She battled depression for years, and the strain of the revelation only deepened her illness. That was when Cilix dropped the divorce bomb. He played the bankruptcy card during the split, claiming all assets were tied up. Bella was left with scraps. However, once the divorce papers were signed, Cilix's business miraculously bounced back. Ever the opportunist, Cilix kept footing Bella's medical bills, basking in the glow of his newfound reputation. Madeline only pieced it all together as she grew up—her mother had been played. She had been nursing a plan to set things right ever since. The meeting ended with frosty treatment all around. Madeline shut the door behind them, collapsed onto the couch, and lost herself in the darkness outside the window. 
 Dawn's light crept into the room. Madeline shielded her eyes and took a moment to adjust before getting up reluctantly. Nausea washed over her in an unforgiving wave. Trevon had not come home all night. Madeline's emotions were a mess—resignation laced with a hint of disappointment. However, above all, there was relief. It was as if her decision to let go the day before had freed her from hope. Madeline sank back into the pillows. The click of the electronic lock signaled an arrival at the door. Madeline glanced up, and there was Lydia, swathed in designer elegance, striding in with a smile that could light up the room. "Madeline, it's been ages." Rising slowly, Madeline perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes a storm of loathing. "Who said you could come in? Leave!" Lydia's smile only grew. "Trevon sent me, of course. He spent last night at the hospital with me, then dashed off to work at dawn. He asked me to pick up a suit for him." A shadow crossed Madeline's face. So, Trevon was with Lydia last night. She had waited like a fool on that couch all night long, clinging to his promise. 'We'll talk when I get back.' "You're just like your mother, always the homewrecker," Madeline spat. Lydia's laughter rang out. "Who's the real homewrecker? It's the unloved one. Even the lock's code is my birthday. Trevon's heart is still with me. Madeline, you've been using my birthday to open this door for the past three years. That must sting, doesn't it?" Madeline's eyes flickered, her grip tightening on the blanket. She inhaled sharply before smiling mockingly. "Is technology that archaic where you come from? We've moved on to facial recognition, or fingerprints at the very least. Key codes are a thing of the past." Lydia's smile faltered, her composure slipping for a split second. "Outdated or not, Trevon's word is law." Madeline could not be bothered with petty squabble. Her nausea was getting worse. She gestured toward Trevon's bedroom. "His stuff's in there. Help yourself." With a smug grin, Lydia disappeared into the room and emerged moments later, a bundle of clothes in her arms. Before she took off, she sauntered over to Madeline, flashed her hand, and there it was—a dazzling diamond ring. There was also that cutesy pink bandage on her finger. "My mom says you're dragging your feet on the divorce—kinda funny, don't you think? Trevon's put a ring on it, so why embarrass yourself? Time to get a clue." She leaned in, whispering to Madeline, "Face it, you've never been able to outdo me in anything since we were kids." Old memories came rushing back. Her favorite things, her mentors, her dad, her very home—Lydia had snatched them all away with just a few words. Madeline squinted and swiftly yanked the bandage off Lydia's hand. "You've always been into taking my stuff, huh?" She eyed Lydia's pristine hand and tossed the bandage into the bin with a look of disgust. "Bandages are disposable. Get a new one, and it's as good as ever. However, you know what's really scary about a guy who's been down the aisle twice?" Madeline rose to her feet, locking eyes with Lydia as she smiled slyly. "It's the lingering lessons from his ex. His style, habits, tastes, thoughts—they're all tinged with the ghost of the woman before you. Chew on that. Good luck." "Madeline!" Ignoring her, Madeline grabbed a bag of clothes and thrust it into Lydia's arms. "So long, no need for goodbyes!" Behind the wheel on her way to work, Lydia smacked the steering wheel, Madeline's parting shot replaying in her head. The phone buzzed. Lydia answered with a huff. "What's up with the wake-up call?" Wren Naylor, Lydia's assistant, hesitated before speaking up with caution. "Ms. Sanders, the planning team wants to add an illustrator to the project. They've already picked someone out." "They've what now? Since when does planning get to call the shots on art hires? They really need to stay in their lane." Wren stayed quiet. Lydia bit back her frustration. "Alright, I'm heading to the office soon. I'll sort it out with them." Instead of going to her department when she arrived at the office, Lydia went to the top floor to drop off some clothes for Trevon. Trevon accepted the clothes, but his brow creased in confusion. Lydia felt a twinge of worry. "Something wrong with the clothes?" They were definitely not his usual brand. Madeline would not slip up like that. "Madeline wasn't there when you picked these up?" Realizing the brand mismatch, Lydia understood her mistake. Madeline's earlier words echoed in her head. Lydia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Madeline just handed me these and shooed me out when I arrived. You know she's never been fond of me." She sighed resignedly and continued, "Typical Madeline, knowing you're in a rush and still acting petty with me. Should I run to the store and grab you a new set?" Trevon cut her off. "Don't bother. You've got work to do." Lydia clammed up, stepping back into silence. Trevon let out a quiet sigh. "Don't sweat it. It's not your fault. Clothes are the least of our worries. We've got the Skylandia project to focus on." In just a week, Skylandia would unveil its magical realms to eager eyes, with artistry at its heart. Lydia, fresh from her hiatus, was steering that ship—the crown jewel of the year for Xystos Tech. She knew the drill, but duty called, and she stepped out with a promise to return for lunch. Madeline, alone then, rinsed a handful of cherry tomatoes, trying to quell the unease bubbling inside her. She scrolled through her phone, the barrage of prenatal check-ups looming large and daunting. Midway through her meticulous note-taking, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door to find Simon pulling a long face. Chapter 4 "Mr. Gibson sent me some clothes." Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Again?" Simon's eyes flickered with annoyance as he asked, "Why'd you send Mrs. Yagle's clothes?" Simon referred to Trevon's mom, Riley Yagle—a woman whose kindness was only matched by her absentmindedness. Madeline recalled the ill-fitting, off-brand clothes that Trevon probably ditched without a second thought. "Mr. Gibson says, 'Don't get snippy and hold things up,'" Simon relayed with a hint of sternness. Madeline could not help but chuckle, amused by his blind trust. "Lydia told Trevon I picked out the clothes?" Did Trevon need to believe everything Lydia said? Simon rushed her along. Madeline handed him a fresh set of clothes, but her grip lingered as she responded steadily. "Simon, you've been Trevon's right-hand man for what, three, four years now? Do you realize why you're still at the bottom rung, just an assistant? You're good at sizing people up by their titles, but that's not really a skill an assistant needs. Why don't you take a page from Mr. Harris's book?" Trevon did have a star assistant—Daniel Harris—who was so capable that he was sent overseas to handle big deals. That was when Simon got the call to step in. Simon's face went through a mixture of pale and flushed as he absorbed her criticism. Madeline, who was usually quiet, had just thrown shade in his face. He bit back his retort, finally huffing in annoyance and storming off. Madeline let out a soft laugh, brushing off the encounter. With visiting hours ticking closer, Madeline headed to Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital to see Bella. It was more of a wellness retreat than a hospital, nestled right next to Redenbaugh City's fanciest private clinic. Getting in was not easy, but thanks to the Gibson family pulling strings, Bella got a spot. Madeline wheeled her mom out into the courtyard, catching her up on the week's gossip and happenings. Bella was her usual self—unresponsive and staring off into space. Madeline sighed and took her mom's hand, resting it gently on her belly. "Mom, right here, there's a little one on the way. Even with Trevon talking about divorce, I'm keeping this baby. You've got to come back to us. Who will help me with this little one if you don't?" She nestled against Bella's legs, craving the comfort of her mother's presence. Unseen by Madeline, Bella's eyes flickered—a brief, almost missed flutter. "Madeline?" A voice, laced with surprise, called out for her. Madeline looked up to see a man in a lab coat looking her way. The sun was blinding, and Madeline squinted without recognizing the figure before her. There was something oddly familiar about the silhouette. It was not until he was close that she could see it was Caleb Jabs, her old college friend. With a warm smile, Caleb teased, "Madeline, can't you recognize an old friend after just three years?" He opened his arms for a hug, like nothing had changed. Madeline hesitated, then offered a hand for a handshake instead. Caleb's smile faltered, then returned. "Right, we're not on campus anymore." He shook her hand before releasing it, stealing a glance at the wedding ring on her finger. Through their chat, Madeline learned that he had just returned from overseas and that his uncle was running the local private hospital. Caleb nodded toward Bella with a slight smile. "And who is this?" Madeline's smile vanished. "My mom. She's been like this since she had a breakdown three years ago." A breakdown? It looked serious, as if she had lost all touch with the world. What could have caused it? Caleb pushed down his questions, his heart aching for Madeline. "These past three years must've been tough on you." Madeline seemed more grounded than in her college days, but her eyes were shadowed with concern. Madeline shook her head. "It's time for us to head back." She was not one to bare her soul to just anyone. As she rose to leave, she wobbled slightly. Caleb reached out to steady her. "You're looking a bit pale. Maybe you should get checked out." Madeline steadied herself and took a step back. "It's just low blood sugar. I'm fine." Caleb watched Madeline sidestep with a calm smile, not the least bit ruffled. "Back in college, you were always dealing with low blood sugar. Still battling that, huh? Skipped breakfast today?" He was already taking the wheelchair's handles as he spoke, and Madeline allowed it. They got Bella settled and swapped numbers. Then, Caleb pressed a chocolate bar into her hand. "For your sugar levels, have a bite." Madeline's laughter bubbled up. "Caleb, you still keep chocolate on you after all this time?" "Just a habit," he said with a chuckle. That little piece of chocolate seemed to bridge the gap that had grown between them. "How about lunch? It's already noon." Madeline bit her lip, uncertain. However, Caleb was already tugging her along. "There's this great little place I know nearby. You'll love it." Trevon managed to swing by the hospital after his meeting wrapped up. The doctors gave him a clean bill of health. They suggested bringing Madeline in, thinking she might be the key to why he felt off. He left the hospital with that thought, only to see Madeline and Caleb, all smiles, heading into a cozy diner. Madeline's smile was something new, something he had never seen, and it stopped him in his tracks. He took a moment before climbing into his car. From the driver's seat, Simon caught Trevon in the mirror. "Mr. Gibson, wasn't that Mrs. Gibson? Should we pick her up?" Trevon watched them disappear into the diner, a place he would never dream of entering. "No, let's not," he murmured. Simon arched an eyebrow, shot a look of faint scorn at the diner, and sped off. Trevon was reclining in the back seat, eyes closed, soaking in a moment of peace. A few minutes in, a wave of relief washed over him, leaving him feeling surprisingly refreshed. It took him a moment to realize that he was embodying Madeline's happiness. What could possibly be so special about that little shop to make her that cheerful? However, that sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles they served was exceptional—tangy and invigorating. It had been days since Madeline had enjoyed a meal so thoroughly. She even decided to get an extra serving to go. Caleb chuckled. "Noodles never taste as good reheated. Wait, didn't you love spicy food? What's with the switch?" Madeline smiled. "I haven't really switched. This is just that good." She was known for her love of spicy dishes, and even Trevon, the health nut, had found his tastes swayed by her. It was hard to argue with Madeline's culinary magic. Her cooking was irresistible to most. Back home, Madeline had barely set down her takeout when her phone rang. It was Yeneth Collins, her best friend. "Madeline, I've got some good and bad news." Feeling a bit worn out, Madeline sank into the couch. "Go on." "The good news is that you've been chosen to draw the new character for Skylandia. They've sent the contract over to you already." A spark of excitement flickered across Madeline's face as she reached for her laptop to check her email. "And the bad news?" Yeneth sighed heavily. "Lydia is the new art director for Skylandia. She just got the job today. I wouldn't have pushed you to take this gig if I'd known." Since marrying Trevon right after college, Madeline had not returned to the workforce, finding solace and passion in her art. Her style was distinctive, not exactly mainstream, with a focus on creating captivating illustrations. When Yeneth got involved with Skylandia, she thought Madeline's artwork was a perfect fit and put her name forward. Madeline smiled. "No way. The contract's terms are decent. Can't miss an opportunity of making money just because of her." She was always hustling for cash, especially with Bella's medical bills piling up. It meant biting her tongue whenever the Sanders family got tight-fisted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Totally. I freelance under the name 'Lily Mora'. Who will connect the dots?" Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open as Trevon walked in. Chapter 5 Madeline's instinct was to snap her laptop shut. "Give me a second." She quickly ended the call and turned to face Trevon. "What's got you home at this hour?" Trevon eyed her hurried movements and washed his hands before replying, "Just needed to pick something up." Madeline responded with a noncommittal hum. His gaze landed on a nearby takeaway box. It was the sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles. It looked just like the one she had had for lunch. Was it really that tasty? A jolt of panic hit Madeline, and she blurted out, "It's for Yeneth, not me." Back when they were newlyweds, Madeline had grabbed some street sausages, and Trevon had gone into a tailspin, bombarding her with articles about the filth of street vendors and the dangers of eating out. Since then, she had avoided eating street food around him. However, she had slipped up and forgotten to stash the evidence. Trevon's chuckle was detached as his eyes drifted to a notebook on the table. Madeline's heart was pounding, and she pushed aside the wave of nausea to dash toward the notebook—her secret journal of conceive appointments. The last thing she wanted was for Trevon to find out she was expecting. However, Trevon was quicker. He stretched out his arm and lifted the notebook from Madeline's reach. Without regard for her protests, he calmly flipped it open. The 'Prenatal Appointment Schedule' header stared back at him. He raised an eyebrow, his cool gaze landing on Madeline. Madeline felt her heart jump into her throat. "Is this for Yeneth, too?" Trevon asked. "Huh?" Caught off guard, Madeline quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Yeneth's getting married, thinking about having kids, so I was helping her research." Trevon's suspicion did not wane. "So, why the panic?" Madeline's forehead creased. She let go of the notebook and looked away. "I didn't want you to think I was up to something." Madeline's beauty was marred by her recent illness. Her pale face was then tinged with the flush of sickness, making her look even more vulnerable. Trevon felt a twinge in his chest, and his annoyance grew. Her cold was messing with his work. He tossed the notebook back to Madeline. "I don't have time for this. You should be resting, not running around. If you show up to a divorce proceeding looking like this, people will think I'm the bad guy." Madeline silently clutched the notebook with her head bowed. 
 At the steakhouse, Lydia stared at her barely touched steak, her mood souring by the minute. When she heard Trevon returned to the Angelic Garden Residence, her annoyance turned to outright anger. "Madeline, that witch!" She whipped out her phone and dialed Skylar's number. Madeline had just reviewed the casting call from Skylandia, wrapped up her draft, and was stretching after a long day when Skylar's call came through. "Get over here tonight. If you don't show up, I'm tossing your mom's stuff." The line went dead. Madeline thought she had taken care of all Bella's things, so what could possibly be left at the Sanders' place? She could not risk it, so she hailed a cab and headed over. The Sanders' mansion was ablaze with lights, screaming new money from every gilded corner. Madeline stood at the entrance, taking in the garish display, and figured Skylar was behind it. Skylar greeted her with a grin, tugging her inside. "I just knew you'd come." Madeline jerked her hand away. "Cut the act, Skylar. There's no one else here. I did what you asked, so where's my mom's stuff?" Chapter 6 Before Skylar could answer, a sharp snap echoed from the side. "Madeline, watch how you talk to my mom!" It was Yale Sanders, Lydia's little brother. With his shoulder-length purple hair and arms sleeved in tattoos, he looked every bit the wannabe gangster. He had been coddled by Skylar all his life, and with the Sanders' wealth, he had gathered a gang of street toughs to back him up. Madeline did not expect him to be there but gave him a cool look and brushed him off. Just then, Cilix descended the stairs, his voice cutting through the air. "Yale!" Yale sulked, his lips puckered as he flopped onto the sofa, clearly annoyed. Cilix motioned for Madeline to take a seat at the dining table. "It's not every day we get your sister back home. I figured a family dinner was in order. Have a seat, will you? I had Mom whip up your favorite fish tacos." Skylar quickly dished some out for her. The oily sheen and the subtle fishy scent made Madeline wrinkle her nose and push the plate away. "I caught a cold and lost my appetite. I'm just here to grab a few things, and I'll be out." Cilix squinted, and Skylar, unable to contain herself, plopped down next to Madeline. "When are you planning on divorcing Trevon, huh? Your dad and I have already scoped out a new guy for you. He's ready to tie the knot and won't wait forever." A resigned feeling washed over Madeline. With a mocking smile, she murmured, "Really? Who's this wonderful match?" Skylar perked up and replied, "He's from a solid family. One of your dad's business partners. The guy owns a string of factories. Marry him, and you'll be the boss. They wouldn't even look twice at a divorcee if it wasn't for your dad's connections." She made it sound like a fairy tale. Madeline cut to the chase. "The owner of these factories? How old?" Skylar hesitated, then chuckled. "Not too old. He's just a bit over forty and in the prime of his life. It'll be your second marriage, so you can't afford to be choosy. Plus, they've promised to cut your dad a deal if you marry in. Consider it a tribute to your mom." Three years had passed, and Madeline's disdain for her family's ways was as strong as ever. She glared at Cilix. "Over forty? You're okay with this, being not much older yourself?" Cilix looked pained as he spoke, "Skylar's just trying to do what's best for you. Remarrying and bringing your mom into the mix, finding someone okay with that wasn't easy. Skylar really went out of her way for you." Skylar nodded earnestly. It had indeed been a challenge. Madeline needed to be married off and kept far away to avoid causing Lydia any more headaches. "Don't worry, the guy doesn't have kids. Everything in the future will be yours and your children's. It's a real stroke of luck." Madeline suddenly chimed in, "It's true. These kinds of terms are hard to come by. You've really outdone yourself, but
" Breaking from her usual composure, Madeline locked eyes with Cilix. "I was clear yesterday. I just want what my mom is entitled to—her shares. Those shares are peanuts compared to being Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family." Cilix remained expressionless, but his eyes were calculative. "Your mom's shares?" Thinking she had swayed Cilix, Skylar piped up in a shrill tone. "What shares does her mother have? The Sanders family fortune is all thanks to me and Cilix. It's got nothing to do with your loony mom." Madeline's glare whipped towards Skylar, sharp enough to shut her up. "Apologize." "Why should I? Your mom's the crazy one." Without warning, a cup of scalding water splashed across Skylar's face, and she let out a scream. However, before Madeline could react, she was yanked back forcefully. A second later, she was punched in the face. "You owe her an apology!" Chapter 7 Each word Yale spat was accompanied by a punch landing on Madeline. Madeline shielded herself with her purse, narrowly avoiding a serious injury. Blinded by anger, she had not thought things through, never imagining Yale would actually hit her. Conceived had left her weak, and she could only dodge Yale's vicious blows in a clumsy dance of desperation. The Sanders family seemed petrified by the spectacle, each too scared to even twitch. Cilix wanted to speak, but Skylar cut him off. "What's Yale got, a little muscle? Let her take a hit. It might teach her to listen." Cilix's face darkened as he sat back down. She had written her dad off long ago, but the sting of disappointment was as sharp as ever. As Yale moved in again, Madeline knew she was on her own. With a swift kick, she toppled a chair and snatched a fruit knife from the table, aiming it straight at him. "One more step, and I swear I'll stab you!" Yale, thrown off by the chair, nearly slipped. He wiped his mouth and sneered. "You think you've got the guts?" Knife in hand, Madeline's face was ghostly, but her eyes blazed with defiance, "Try me. I'm still Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family. If I take you down, they'll make sure it never sees the light of day." Her gaze flicked to Cilix. "You think our dad's got the spine to cross the Gibsons for you?" Yale did not budge. Skylar stepped forward with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, we're family. Knives? Really? Madeline, put it down." Madeline looked at Skylar icily and aimed the knife at her. "Stay back." Skylar froze, then looked pleadingly at Cilix. Cilix broke the silence. "Madeline, what's going on?" Madeline stood there with a cold expression, ignoring the blood that had started to drip from the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip, refusing to say a word. The recent scuffle had taken a toll on her, leaving her with a heavy feeling in her chest. She was afraid she would throw up if she opened her mouth. However, she was determined not to let them see her weakness. Amid the tense moment, the nanny burst in with unexpected joy. "Mr. Gibson and Ms. Sanders have arrived!" The pair entered the room. Trevon's face was a mask of seriousness, his lips pressed into a thin line. Lydia, catching sight of the knife in Madeline's grip, let out a sharp cry. "Madeline! Why are you holding a knife? What are you planning to do?" Cilix rose swiftly to welcome Trevon. "Mr. Gibson, please come in. Let's sit and talk. Madeline, put that knife down now." With a glance at Trevon, Madeline reluctantly set the knife aside. Skylar exhaled in relief and grumbled, "This is all Madeline's doing, causing a scene for no reason. Since when do we bring knives into family disputes?" Madeline inhaled deeply, pushing down the wave of nausea, and retorted with a frosty laugh. "So, now it's all my fault, just like that? I'm trying to do the right thing here, and I'm still the one to blame?" "Is this enough for you?" Trevon's voice, frosty and laced with anger, cut through the room. He had been feeling sick to his stomach the whole way there. That sensation had become all too familiar in the last couple of days, and he did not need to guess—it was Madeline's doing again. He had warned her just at lunchtime to take it easy, but what did she do? She ran off to her family's home to pick a fight, knife in hand. She might not be bothered by it, but he was fed up. The room fell silent. Madeline looked at him in disbelief. Was he really going to blame her without even asking why? Trevon had no interest in dragging out the conversation. He grabbed Madeline's hand and led her away with urgency. Madeline stumbled as he pulled her along, a sharp pain throbbing in her heart. Lydia tried to keep up, her voice tinged with concern. "Trevon, you haven't eaten yet." He barely paused, his voice dismissive. "Some other time." With that, he ushered Madeline into the car and shut the door behind her. 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No 2024-11-27 19:44 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ In Merika State, the two of them lay close together on the hotel bed. As their passion grew, Justin Yates’s husky voice, filled with allure, murmured, “Em, how about having a child with me?” Caught up in the moment, Emily Yates replied without thinking. It wasn’t until they were lying together afterward that she remembered what he had said. “A child?” she repeated, a trace of intimacy lingering in her eyes. The look stirred Justin’s desire again. She was a constant temptation to him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he pulled out a ring and slipped it onto her left hand. “Are you proposing to me?” she asked. “Yes.” “Can I finally have your child now?” Justin asked, smiling. His eyes were warm, but there was no love in them, as if he were gazing past her, waiting for someone else’s answer. “I’ll give you plenty,” she replied, momentarily surprised. Proposing in bed wasn’t exactly romantic or formal, but she didn’t mind. She had waited three years for this moment, and it was worth it. Three years ago, she had been injured near the beach, hitting her head on a rock. When she woke up, she had no memory. Justin had saved her. The first thing she saw when she woke was his face, and one look left her captivated. Later, she learned that Justin had paid her hospital bills. She also learned of his identity. He was the CEO of RC Corporation. He proposed that she be his contract lover, and without hesitation, she agreed. They signed an agreement, defining their relationship, and he gave her the name Emily Yates. Yes, she was drawn to his looks. Despite their arrangement, the past three years felt like any other relationship. In the first year, she was a hidden lover. In the second, he introduced her as his girlfriend to his circle. Now, with three years approaching, he was proposing. Once she was part of his social circle, she heard whispers about a woman who had been his first love, someone he cherished deeply in college. She had disappeared without a trace, and he had been searching for her ever since. Over the years, Justin had lost hope she was still alive. That was why he finally proposed. Emily didn’t mind. Everyone has a past. Looking at the diamond ring on her left ring finger, she felt like it had all been worth it. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Justin was showering. Calming down, Emily wrapped a towel around herself and got out of bed to pick up their scattered clothes. A soft *clink* echoed as something hit the floor. It was Justin’s cardholder. She bent down to pick it up, and a photo slipped out. It was old, with frayed edges, as if it had been looked at countless times. The woman in the photo looked like her but younger, just how she would have looked three years ago. Emily didn’t remember ever taking this photo, but she had lost her memory. Maybe she had forgotten. She was just about to put the cardholder back when a large, slender hand appeared, taking it from her. Justin emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and falling over his eyes, now tinged with a hint of displeasure. “Don’t touch my things,” he said coldly, his tone a sharp contrast to the intimacy they had just shared. Turning away from her, he put the cardholder back in his briefcase, his whole demeanor suddenly distant and guarded. Emily froze. Was he really getting defensive over a photo? She looked at him, confused. Wasn’t that her old picture? Before she could ask, Justin seemed to realize that his reaction had been out of line. He turned back and grasped her chin. With a playful glint in his eye, he ran his thumb over her still-swollen lips, toying with them. His voice was cool, devoid of warmth, but his words were deeply suggestive, clearly aiming to change the subject. “We’re going to be late for the art exhibit. If you rather stay here, I wouldn’t mind going another round.” Her cheeks flushed at his teasing, and she gently pushed him away. Her thoughts were scattered, and she quickly forgot about the photo. Justin had come to Merika State on business and had received an invitation to an art exhibition by Haley Quinn. He brought Emily along, planning to take her to the show once his work was done. Haley, a painter who had withdrawn from the public eye three years ago, rarely held exhibitions, making this one a rare event. Emily dressed quickly, while Justin had already changed into a fresh suit. The gallery was close to the hotel, so they walked there. Arm in arm, they strolled down the street, enjoying the perfect atmosphere. Just as Emily felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, Justin suddenly stopped. “Justin, what’s wrong?” She followed his gaze. Across the street, a disheveled woman, her clothes too dirty to recognize their original color, was recklessly crossing the traffic, oblivious to the danger. The woman pushed Emily aside and wrapped her arms tightly around Justin’s waist. She sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for air. “Justin, I finally found you. You came looking for me, didn’t you?” Emily stumbled from the shove, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding her. The woman looked eerily familiar. She resembled the one in the photo from the cardholder and, in a way, even looked like Emily herself. “Emma? Is that really you?” Justin’s voice trembled, his eyes locked onto the woman in his arms, as if afraid she might disappear again. Just moments ago, he had proposed to Emily. Now, right there in the street, he held another woman. He gently wiped away the woman’s tears with a tenderness so delicate, as if afraid of breaking something precious. “Yes, it’s me,” the woman sobbed, nodding desperately. Frail as she was, she clung to him. Justin was known for his fastidiousness and love of cleanliness, but he now held her tightly. He was soothing her with gentle words, as if she were a lost treasure he had finally recovered. He was afraid that even the slightest rough movement might hurt her. They seemed oblivious to everything around them, including Emily. Justin seemed to have forgotten Emily was still there. The woman in his arms had cried herself into unconsciousness. He took off his expensive jacket and draped it over her. He then slipped his arms under her knees and held her tightly as he carried her back toward the hotel. Emily stood there, feeling like an outsider. Her arm still ached from where she had been shoved, and she could still feel the warmth of Justin’s touch lingering around her waist. Just minutes ago, he had been tangled up with her in bed, proposing marriage. Now, he was leaving her in the middle of the street, carrying a woman who seemed to come out of nowhere. He had tossed aside his usual grace, holding this woman, who looked like a beggar, and rushed back to the hotel. The people around them pointed and whispered, like they were watching some sort of spectacle. Emily wanted to follow him, but her first step faltered. She steadied herself against a nearby building, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the window. Her flawless makeup now showed a hint of disarray. Chapter 2 Tears had fallen without her noticing, smudging the fresh makeup around her eyes. Emily glanced down at the diamond ring on her left hand, a sense of foreboding spreading through her. The sudden appearance of this woman might shatter the happiness she had been waiting for. She couldn’t just stand here. She had to know who this woman was. After a moment to gather herself, she headed back to the hotel. The plane flew from Merika State back to Haven State. At Lichfield Hospital, Emily stood at the door of a hospital room, arms crossed, trying to see inside through the window. Justin’s friend, Zac White, the director of Lichfield Hospital, along with other doctors, were examining the restless woman on the hospital bed. Two female nurses held her steady as they conducted their checks. On the plane, her face had already been cleaned, and she had been given fresh clothes. “Emma Xander? Hasn’t she... disappeared for the past four years?” Zac was shocked. Where had Justin found her? The Yates and White families had pulled every string they could to find Emma, but after four years with no trace, they had finally given up. And now, here she was. After completing their examination, the doctors and nurses left the room. A heavy silence fell over the space. A moment later, Justin’s voice seemed to echo from a distance as he gazed at the woman, now sound asleep after a sedative. “How is she doing?” “She’s malnourished, traumatized, and a bit disoriented, but otherwise fine. She just needs some time to recover.” Justin stood by her bedside, clearly prepared to stay with her. Zac hesitated, wanting to say something, but thought better of it and left the room. He opened the door to find Emily waiting outside. Feeling awkward for his friend, Zac adjusted his silver-framed glasses and greeted her with a polite smile. “Hi, Miss Yates.” Emily nodded in acknowledgment. “Dr. White, what’s her name? And what is her relationship with Justin?” she asked bluntly, desperate to know who this woman was. Zac hesitated, uncertain how to explain that Emma was Justin’s long-lost first love. This was his friend’s private matter, after all, and not his to reveal. Before he could find the words, Justin opened the door and saw them standing outside. He frowned, clearly displeased. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? Why are you still here?” Justin’s voice dripped with disdain and impatience, as if his irritation had taken on a life of its own. Emily stood her ground, unafraid. She needed answers. “You proposed to me in Merika State just 16 hours ago, but now you’re holding another woman and completely ignoring me. And you’re not even coming home? Staying out all night?” “Stop being unreasonable. Leave. Now,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding, his gaze on her as though she were an unruly employee who had crossed the line. Seeing Justin’s dark expression, Zac stepped in, concerned that Emily might end up on the losing side of this argument. When Justin was angry, it rarely boded well for anyone. “It’s late. Let me arrange a car to take Miss Yates home,” Zac offered, trying to ease the tension. Emily, however, refused Zac’s offer. She wasn’t leaving without answers. “You think I’m being unreasonable? I’m your fiancĂ©e. You left me on the street in a foreign country to carry another woman away without a second thought. Did you ever consider how I felt? “I’ll go, but only if you leave the hospital with me. There are doctors and nurses here to care for that woman. Right now, you’re coming home with me.” Desperate, Emily reached out to grab Justin’s arm. But before she could make contact, her arm was blocked by Justin’s personal bodyguard, William Carter. Emily was stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing. It felt as though her heart was being torn in two. Justin had always been there for her, always caring, always the first to pick up her calls, no matter if he was in a meeting or on a business trip. If she ever needed him, he would show up immediately. If she couldn’t be reached, he would search the whole city until he found her. But now, with this woman in the hospital room, he wouldn’t even let her near him? “What do you mean by this?” Emily’s voice trembled, mirroring the unease in her heart. Justin didn’t respond. He stared at her with cold, detached eyes, as if she were a stranger and not the fiancĂ©e he had just proposed to. Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and emotionless. “Don’t be childish.” Childish? Once, he had said he loved how she depended on him, how she claimed him for herself. And now he was calling her childish? “If you want to stay here with her, then what about our marriage? You proposed to me just today!” Emily’s heart ached, squeezing painfully in her chest. She knew it wasn’t the right moment to bring this up, but she couldn’t accept the idea that her future husband would spend the night in the hospital with another woman. Zac stood nearby, listening in shock. Marriage? Had Justin really proposed to Emily? And what about Emma in the hospital room? Justin glanced over his shoulder, worried that the woman asleep in the hospital bed might hear them and wake up. Emily noticed the concern in his eyes. It was an expression she had seen many times when he had worried about her. But now, that look was for someone else. He turned back to Emily, his voice still icy. “If you don’t want to get married, we can call it off. This isn’t the place for your drama. William, have the driver take her home.” He didn’t like being threatened, especially when it came to his marriage. Without another glance at her, he opened the door to the hospital room and went back inside. William stepped forward, maintaining his respectful tone. “Miss Yates, please don’t make this difficult for me. It’s time for you to go home.” Zac looked at Emily with sympathy. “Miss Yates, it’s late. Maybe it’s best to talk things over with Justin another time.” But how could they ever discuss this again? Her fiancĂ© had just left her humiliated, choosing to stay with another woman without a care for her dignity. The hospital hallway lights felt harsh, blinding her with their brightness. Realizing that staying there made her look like a fool, Emily decided she wouldn’t let herself be a spectacle for others to watch. Clenching her purse tightly, Emily turned to leave. As she took a step, her vision blurred, and she nearly collapsed. Both Zac and William rushed to steady her, their grip gentlemanly but firm. “I’ll walk you to the car,” Zac offered. Leaning against the wall, Emily took a moment to steady herself, then shook her head. “I’m fine. I can get back on my own.” Her footsteps wobbled as she walked down the hallway, but she managed to keep her head high until she was out of their sight. After returning to the hospital room, Justin glanced down at Emma, who lay pale and frail on the bed. A strange weight settled in his chest, and the pervasive smell of antiseptic only added to his irritation. He tugged at his shirt collar, unbuttoning the top two buttons, but the air still felt suffocating. He stepped back out into the hallway, finding Zac and William waiting there. Emily was gone. “She left?” he asked, visibly more at ease now that she was no longer around. He didn’t want her disturbing Emma’s rest. “Yes, she’s gone,” Zac replied, hands in the pockets of his lab coat, nodding. With both of them standing there, Justin didn’t bother asking how Emily had left. “I’m stepping out for a break,” he said. Chapter 3 “So, Emma Xander’s back. What are you going to do?” Zac asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t mention Emily, but they both knew what he meant. One woman was the college sweetheart, the first love who had once saved Justin’s life. The other was the girlfriend who had been with him for three years, sharing his most intimate moments, and now, his fiancĂ©e. After a long pause, Justin replied, his voice cold and detached. “She was just a stand-in. She could never compare to Emma.” He went on, his tone utterly indifferent, as if he hadn’t been the one to propose to Emily in Merika State. “The role of Mrs. Yates will never be hers. It can only belong to Emma.” In a way, Emily had saved him the trouble of saying it himself when she had brought up their marriage in the hallway. Zac and Justin had been close friends since childhood, both growing up in privileged families, each carrying a bit of that self-centered mindset typical of their social circle. But this time, Zac couldn’t help feeling sorry for Emily. Emily, though an orphan with no family or wealth, was straightforward and honest. Over the past three years, she had complemented Justin perfectly, and in Zac’s eyes, they had seemed genuinely happy together. On the other hand, considering how long Emma had been abroad, it wasn’t hard to guess what she might have gone through. Zac didn’t care about things like V-card or a woman’s past, but he had always found Emma to be somewhat pretentious. Even back in college, she often disregarded Justin’s concerns, running off on her own without a second thought. After graduation, she mysteriously vanished during an overseas reunion party organized by a close group of alumni. Despite mobilizing every possible connection, they never found her. Even the police suggested they give up, implying that a young woman disappearing overseas was likely gone for good. At that time, Justin hadn’t fully taken over the company and wasn’t yet experienced in handling crises like these. Around the same time, his father, Henry Yates, was in a car accident and died despite emergency treatment. After the funeral, Justin was suddenly thrust into the dual responsibilities of inheriting the company and fending off his uncle, Harry Yates, who was trying to seize control. Thanks to his grandfather’s intervention, Justin managed to stabilize the corporation. By then, the critical window to find Emma had long passed, and any chance of finding her had all but disappeared. Zac clearly remembered how Justin had been consumed with frustration and self-blame during those days. And then Emily had come into his life, bringing him some peace. For that, Zac was truly grateful to her. “Emily’s been with you for three years,” Zac said, trying to speak up for her. “She’s an orphan, with no one else in the world. Isn’t it a bit cruel to treat her like this?” “Then I’ll keep her around,” Justin replied casually, brushing it off like it was no big deal. “But marriage? That’s not going to happen.” His tone was so offhanded, as if having another woman around didn’t matter at all. He didn’t see a problem with it. Keep her around? Really? Was he expecting her to stay hidden away as his stand-in lover, someone he kept out of sight? A mistress? A side piece? Emily didn’t leave the hospital right away. She sat on a bench behind the flower bed, letting the cold night air wash over her. She hadn’t expected to find out the truth like this. It turned out she was only here because she happened to look almost exactly like his lost one true love. And since she had lost her memory, he saw the perfect opportunity to mold her into the image of the woman he truly missed, hiding the truth from her and using her as a substitute. All the affection and indulgence he had shown her, it was never really for her. It was for the woman he had lost. Emma Xander. So that was her name, the one he had loved all his life. That was why he named her Emily, a name that allowed him to keep calling out for the one he had always loved. Even in their most intimate moments, he would call her “Em.” Whenever he whispered “Em” in that deep, seductive voice, full of passion, she would lose herself completely, sinking further into him. It turned out he was simply looking at her face and calling out another woman’s name all along. It dawned on her that the photo in Justin’s wallet must have been of Emma, not her. She had foolishly assumed the woman in that picture was herself. What a joke. From start to finish, Justin had shaped her into the image of his hidden love, his one true love. And she had naively believed that she had won him over, making him fall in love with her. In truth, she was nothing more than a piece in their story. Emily felt her heart plunge from a mountaintop to the depths of despair. She had gone from being a proud fiancĂ©e to a hidden stand-in, a shadow. She had liked, maybe even loved Justin. But her pride couldn’t accept that she had been someone else’s replacement all along, or that she was now the secret other woman. Resolved to leave, she felt a small sense of relief that Justin had only proposed. They weren’t married yet, and breaking up would be far easier than going through a divorce. For a moment, she felt grateful for Emma’s sudden appearance. “Miss Yates, where are you?” the driver called, stepping out of the car after waiting a while. “I’m here.” Emily pulled herself from her thoughts, putting on her usual calm expression. “Is it just you? Where’s Mr. Yates?” he asked. “He’s not coming back.” Emily rose from the bench by the flower bed and walked back to the car with the driver. She wore a cream-colored, knee-length dress in a sweet, innocent style. As an artist, she was open to trying any look, but it was Justin who had said he liked this style. So, for the past three years, she had dressed this way for him. The spring breeze brushed her bare calves, sending a chill through her. Zac looked a bit uncomfortable, “Emily didn’t leave?” So, she had heard everything they had said. Justin’s tone was just as indifferent, cold, and unfeeling. “Good. Let her hear it. She needs to know her place and avoid causing any more scenes like tonight.” With that, he turned and walked away from the garden, completely unfazed by the fact that Emily had overheard him. Emily sat quietly during the ride back to Villa One. Mrs. Zimmer greeted her at the door, her face lighting up warmly after a few days apart. “You’re back! It must’ve been tiring, traveling with Mr. Yates.” Emily nodded wearily, barely acknowledging her. “Yes.” “Where’s Mr. Yates?” Mrs. Zimmer glanced behind her, looking for Justin. “He won’t be back tonight.” Emily’s voice was detached, as if his return made no difference to her. Mrs. Zimmer looked slightly disappointed at first, but then her face lit up with a knowing smile, the kind that came from having seen a lot in life. She took Emily’s suitcase and gently urged her to go get some rest in the bedroom. Once inside, Emily understood Mrs. Zimmer’s smile. The room was dimly lit, with candles arranged at various heights, casting a soft, romantic glow. Flowers and scented candles adorned the surfaces, and a bottle of champagne sat open on the table. Even the usual heavy gray curtains had been replaced with delicate lace, adding an air of intimacy. The bed was covered in thick rose petals, the entire room transformed into a romantic setting. Clearly, this had been Justin’s arrangement before their trip. Exhausted, Emily didn’t have the energy to clean up, and it was too late to bother Mrs. Zimmer. Chapter 4 Emily found the remote to turn on the lights, then looked for something handy to snuff out each candle one by one. Afterward, she retrieved her nightgown from the closet and headed for a shower. As she walked into the bathroom, she noticed the ring still on her left hand. She slipped it off and tossed it into the corner of her jewelry box. When she returned to the bedroom, she brushed all the rose petals off the bed and settled under the covers, pulling them over her head. She instinctively lay on the left side of the bed, where she was used to sleeping. Justin would always hold her close, gradually shifting over to the left with her until they were practically glued together. Now, the right side of the bed was glaringly empty. To fill the space, she scooted to the center, tossing the extra pillow onto the floor, finally feeling comfortable. She turned off the lights and went to sleep. Two days passed without any word from Justin. He was likely at the hospital with Emma or busy with work. Emily didn’t care and hadn’t reached out, maintaining a complete radio silence. The morning sun was bright, and the spring breeze was warm as she lounged on a deck chair in the villa’s garden, enjoying a face mask. Her mind wandered to practical matters. She had spent some time reviewing the contract she signed three years ago to be Justin’s “contract lover.” It was set to expire automatically after three years, which was now less than four months away. When it ended, she would receive a payout of twenty million. Between that, and the allowance and holiday bonuses he had given her over the years, she had saved nearly six million. She had barely spent any of it, so it was all tucked away. It seemed she would be in decent shape financially, and finding a job after leaving wouldn’t be too hard. As for a place to live, she could buy a similarly sized home, and maybe invite Helen to move in as a roommate. It would be nice to have company. She did regret not being able to take Mrs. Zimmer with her. If she could, it would be perfect. The phone on the coffee table buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. Emily picked it up, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and a new message notification popped up at the top of the screen. She tapped to open it. It was from her friend, Helen Walker. They had met a year ago while shopping, when Helen insisted on becoming friends after seeing her just once. With no memory of any past friendships, Emily had found Helen easy to talk to, and they had gradually become close. “How was your time in Merika State? When are you coming back?” Helen had attached a mischievous emoji with a smirk. “I’m already back.” “Already? That was quick.” “I thought Justin looked strong. Guess he didn’t last long? Not up to it?” “Not just ‘not up to it’. He can’t even get started.” Emily replied, seizing the chance to curse him. On the other end, Helen raised an eyebrow. It looked like Justin had managed to tick off her friend. But she wasn’t too concerned as they had argued before. Couples fought, and it usually blew over. “Perfect timing then. I’m heading to the TC Mall in a bit to stock up on some new clothes. Let’s hit the mall together and grab some food afterward. Get ready and meet me there.” “Sounds good. I’ll see you at the mall.” Emily agreed readily. She had spent the past couple of days clearing out the sweet, youthful clothes she didn’t like. Her wardrobe could use a refresh. She put down the phone and washed off her face mask. Glancing at the nearly empty wardrobe, she picked out a casual athletic outfit and did a quick, simple makeup look. Fresh and tidy, she got ready to head out. “Mrs. Zimmer, I’m meeting a friend to go shopping. I’ll have lunch out,” Emily said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Alright, Miss Yates. Will you be back for dinner?” Mrs. Zimmer, who was supervising the housekeeper’s cleaning, looked up to ask. Emily paused while slipping on her shoes, thinking about how unpredictable Helen could be and that they hadn’t seen each other in a while. She might not be back for dinner. “Not sure yet. I’ll text you later if I’ll be back in time.” “Understood.” As Emily opened the door, she found Justin’s assistant, Sam Spencer, just about to knock. “Hi, Sam,” she greeted him coolly, planning to step around him to leave. “Hi, Miss Yates. Mr. Yates has a flight out of town this afternoon for a business trip. Could I trouble you to help pack his things before you go?” Sam’s tone was respectful, as usual. Emily didn’t move. “Mrs. Zimmer, Justin’s going on a trip. Could you please help with his packing?” “Miss Yates, this
?” Sam’s face showed confusion. “What? Before I came along, didn’t Justin have someone to handle his luggage?” Her expression was calm, her tone light. “Of course. You’re absolutely right, Miss Yates,” Sam replied, beads of sweat forming as he carefully balanced his response, not daring to offend either side. In the past, Emily had always packed for Justin’s business trips. She had done it so many times that she knew exactly what he would need for any occasion. But now, she had no desire to continue. He had used her as a stand-in, and every time he watched her pack his bags, he must have thought she looked foolish. Three years. Now that she thought back, there had been plenty of strange looks and behaviors from Justin that she hadn’t picked up on. She had been utterly blind. But she wouldn’t be foolish anymore. Emily was ready to leave, but Sam was blocking the door, preventing her from going. She urged Mrs. Zimmer to hurry with the packing. Mrs. Zimmer quickly filled the suitcase and handed it to Sam, who was waiting in the living room. He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes had barely passed. That was fast. "Mrs. Zimmer, are you sure it’s all packed? Should we check to make sure nothing’s missing?" he asked cautiously. Emily replied without emotion, “Isn’t the flight at noon? If you keep dragging your feet, he’ll miss it. Besides, anything he needs can be bought over there.” She checked her watch, starting to feel a bit pressed for time. If she delayed much longer, Helen would end up waiting impatiently, and they would miss out on shopping before lunch. And who wanted to try on clothes with a full stomach? “Of course, Miss Yates. I’ll head over to the office to pick up Mr. Yates,” Sam said with a polite smile, making his way out. Emily nodded and headed down to the garage. She chose a white luxury car and drove off. Meanwhile, Sam took the suitcase to the sleek black car parked discreetly by the curb. He placed it in the trunk, then settled into the front passenger seat. The driver, Justin’s bodyguard, William, started the car. But instead of heading to the airport, they were bound for Lichfield Hospital. “How much longer until Emily’s contract is up?” Justin’s voice was calm and emotionless, as if he were discussing a routine business matter. Sam immediately understood that the question was directed at him. He quickly recalled the contract details. “Less than four months, Mr. Yates.” “Draft a new agreement and deliver it to her when the time comes,” Justin instructed. Keeping her around for three years had cost him little, and continuing to support her wasn’t an issue. But he was done with her. He wouldn’t touch her again or return to Villa One. Recalling the scene from the hospital hallway two nights ago, he added without hesitation, “Include a clause that ensures she never shows up in front of Emma again.” Sam was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his professional composure. “Understood, Mr. Yates.” Chapter 5 People said billionaires were cold and indifferent in their personal lives, switching women as easily as they changed clothes. For the past three years, Mr. Yates had only been with Miss Yates, making him seem like a devoted man. But it looked like he could move on in an instant. Who knew how long Miss Xander would last by his side? Sam had joined the company three years ago, right when Justin took over RC Corporation, so he wasn’t familiar with the complicated history between Emma and Justin. Inside TC Mall, Emily was browsing through clothes, each piece a far cry from her usual sweet and innocent style. “Babe, switching things up?” Helen asked, watching as Emily picked up a long black dress with a slitted hem. It would look stunning on Emily’s curves. Emily held the dress up to herself in the mirror, unfazed. “Yep, time for a change. Do you think this would look better with a shawl or a jacket?” She turned to give Helen a look. “A shawl, definitely. It’ll highlight your figure beautifully,” Helen replied with her usual style advice. “That’s what I thought too.” Helen eyed the dress. “That dress is so feminine. Will your guy even let you wear it out? Doesn’t Justin only let you wear those sweet, innocent schoolgirl outfits?” Helen couldn’t help but mentally criticize Justin’s taste. What kind of fashion sense did he have anyway? A multinational CEO, a man with a grip on the Haven State economy, yet he liked her to dress like a schoolgirl. “His taste doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not something I’m concerned about,” Emily replied casually, completely indifferent. She handed the dress to a fitting assistant with a similar build, having her try it on for her. High-end stores like this one often had staff who modeled the clothes for clients, so she didn’t have to try them on herself. Emily picked out a few more items in different styles for the assistant to model. If she liked them, she would buy them. When she was satisfied with her choices, she scanned her card and paid, then filled out the delivery details for Villa One. The clothes would be sent straight there. After they had finished shopping, they went for lunch. With no one else around, Emily finally shared her situation with Helen that she had been Justin’s stand-in for his one true love. Now that his true love had returned, she was planning to leave him. “That despicable man!” Helen burst out, her emotions flaring. “Keep it down.” Emily quickly covered Helen’s mouth and glanced around to see if anyone at nearby tables was paying attention to them. Helen lowered her voice but was still fuming. “Justin might look put-together, but he’s not even half a man. His first love disappears, so he goes and finds a stand-in? “Why didn’t he just get plastic surgery to look like her? Then he could see her every time he looked in the mirror. “Good for you for walking away. You should break up with him. No! Just breaking up is too good for that pompous human garbage! You need to dump him into the sewers!” LMAO, where did Helen even learn these insults from? Just then, the server brought out a tray with seasoned meats, fresh vegetables, and a variety of salsas. Emily began assembling her own tacos, adding the toppings she liked best. “The contract’s up in four months. I’m planning to buy a place.” “What for? Just stay with me. I’ve got a room for you.” “My address is still tied to Justin’s place. Since I’ve decided to leave, I need a clean break. I’ll need my own place to change everything over,” Emily explained, outlining her plan. Her heart felt numb now, no longer as raw as it had been the night she’d learned the truth in the hospital garden. “Then you can cancel your lease and move in with me! We’ll be family!" Emily suggested excitedly. Helen suppressed the impulse to tell Emily that they were already family. Given Emily's amnesia, she didn’t want to overwhelm her with too much information all at once. Instead, she nodded. “Alright, I’ll move in with you. I’ll start looking around for a place for you. Actually the place I rent now is quite nice. The location and neighborhood are perfect. I’ll check if the landlord’s interested in selling, though it’s a resale property.” “I don’t care if it’s new or used. As long as it’s clean and ready to go, I’m good.” Emily didn’t need much. After leaving the cushy life she had been used to, she was perfectly fine doing things on her own. She found the independence kind of refreshing. After lunch, they picked up some accessories to go with the new outfits, light enough to carry back on her own. Emily said goodbye to Helen and drove back to Villa One. By the time she got back, the clothes she had bought that morning had already been delivered, ironed, and neatly hung in the walk-in closet by the house staff. She hadn’t bought much, just enough to last the next few months and to keep the move as hassle-free as possible. The women’s side of the closet was nearly empty, with only a few of her favorite pieces hanging. She grabbed a new loungewear set to change into and happened to glance over at the men’s side, packed with Justin’s clothes. Emily didn’t linger. She strode past it without a second thought. As she was heading to the bathroom, her phone rang from the sofa. She put down the clothes and picked up the call. “Hello, is this Miss Yates?” “Yes, this is.” “I’m a nurse from Lichfield Hospital. Your health screening results are in. When would be a convenient time for you to come pick them up?” Emily remembered that Justin had taken her for a checkup just before their trip to Merika State. She had forgotten all about it until this call. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning.” “Very well. Have a nice day.” The next day, Emily went to Lichfield Hospital. “Plan to have a baby?” “That’s right. Mr. Yates specifically requested it during his screening. Your health is excellent, Miss Yates. Your ovulation cycle is regular, so we recommend folic acid, Vitamin B1, and plenty of protein. With the right timing and frequency, you should be expecting good news soon.” The doctor adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly. Emily’s fingers tightened around the report, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. She had been trying hard not to think about Justin lately, but this report hit her unexpectedly hard. “Miss Yates, I’ll prescribe you two boxes of folic acid and Vitamin B1. Be sure to take them regularly.” Emily interrupted him, finding an excuse to refuse. “Thanks, doctor, but that won’t be necessary. I’ll get them on my own.” The doctor wasn’t surprised. Wealthy women like her often had access to premium brands from various sources, so declining hospital-prescribed supplements wasn’t unusual. Emily left the hospital in a daze, only coming to her senses when she reached a sunny spot outside. She tossed the health report into the trash bin. With Emma back, Justin clearly had no intention of having children with her. And she certainly didn’t want to give him one, either. It was easier to pretend she didn’t know what the checkup had really been for. Meanwhile, in the hospital’s garden, the spring sunlight was warm and gentle. Justin was pushing Emma’s wheelchair, letting her enjoy the sunshine. “Justin, you’re busy with work. You don’t have to be here with me all the time. I can manage on my own,” Emma said, her voice soft and considerate. “Focus on getting better. Don’t worry about anything else.” Justin felt a deep guilt about Emma’s disappearance, blaming himself for not protecting her better. He believed his negligence had allowed her to be taken and vanish without a trace. Over the past few days, he had tried to gather clues from her about what happened, but whenever he brought it up, she would break down, unable to share any details. Emily hadn’t expected to see Justin at the hospital. Hadn’t Sam said Justin was out of town on a business trip? 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No 2024-11-27 19:53 active 1932 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly
 unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again. 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Yes 2024-11-27 19:49 active 1932 0 đŸ”„đŸ”„Click to read the next chapter for free👉 "Where's the patient's husband? Why hasn't he come yet? If he doesn't sign soon, it'll be too late,” a doctor urged. "The patient's husband refuses to come. He said to let her fend for herself,” a nurse replied. "Fend for herself..." When Suzy Frost, battered and barely clinging to life on the operating table, heard those words, something inside her stirred. Summoning the last of her strength, she slowly raised her hand. "Give me my phone..." Seeing her condition, the nurse quickly handed her the phone. Enduring excruciating pain, Suzy redialed the number that was almost etched into her brain. Just as the call was about to disconnect automatically, it finally went through. "I already told you that her life or death is none of my business!" the man on the other end spoke, his voice full of displeasure and impatience. "Dylan..." With every word Suzy spoke, a searing pain shot through her body, "After you took Anne away, the kidnappers detonated the bomb, and I was hurt, badly..." "Heh..." Before she could finish, the man on the other end let out a cold, dismissive chuckle. "Suzy, your acting is really improving. That weak little voice almost sounds convincing." "...I'm not lying to you, I really am hurt." "Is that so?" His tone grew even more scornful. "Then I wish you a speedy journey to death!" Three days ago, Suzy and Anne had been kidnapped together. Knowing how important Anne was to him, and despite their rivalry, Suzy had fiercely protected her. For two days and nights, Suzy was tortured by the kidnappers, bearing injuries all over her body, while Anne only suffered minor superficial wounds. Finally, Dylan came... "I choose to save Anne. As for Suzy, do as you please..." He was not only unconcerned about Suzy but even suspected that the kidnapping was a drama she had orchestrated herself. He had never trusted her! "It's time to end this!" LEARN_MORE https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14871&ut Indulge in story https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ 847 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 beokn.com DCO https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14871&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463838510_3169305699879240_251659659452484488_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QJKXZc17uQEQ7kNvgEN8UgE&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AS76z34zUrbEUjV0Zlyt9QC&oh=00_AYDHozxR9_nawVOHfFOo5hJoYwgCtRwAntWLwMkieXqxmw&oe=674DAACA PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Indulge in story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-27 19:58 active 1932 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 After three years of marriage, Nina finally slept with her drunken husband Nash, but he called out the name of his first love. When he woke up, he remembered nothing and said to her, "Find out the woman from last night!"... Nina Walker stood by the door of the suite, hearing a low growl coming from inside,"Get out!" It was followed by the sound of something breaking. She took a deep breath and walked in the room. It was a mess inside, Nash sat grimly on the bed. He looked tempting, but his handsome face was dark, teetering on the edge of rage. The woman she had brought was too scared to move, standing bared, with a hint of guilt in her eyes. Yes, Nina had called this woman to be here. she didn't want Nash to find out they had slept together yesterday. They had an agreement - three years of secret marriage, then they could divorce. She had been Nash's personal secretary for seven years and his wife for three. He had warned her that their relationship could only be that of superior and subordinate, never to transcend this hierarchy. Nina stepped forward and said, "Mr. York, there's a meeting at 9:30, you can get up now." Nash's gaze was coldly fixed on the woman. As if he still found it unbelievable. Sensing this, Nina said to her, "You can leave now." The woman breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up her clothes and hurried out. Nash's face remained stern as he asked Nina coldly, "Where were you last night?" Nina was momentarily stunned. Was he suspecting her? She felt a bit nervous, "I've been dealing with exhausting projects lately. I fell asleep in the office." As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Nash snort coldly. His face turned cold as he got up from the bed, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself. Nina watched his retreating figure, her eyes slightly moist. In her presence, he always concealed himself, as if being seen by her was something repulsive. But Last night, when he held her in bed and called out "Miranda", it was completely different. She saw the headline this morning: "Rising Star Singer Miranda Lewis Returns Home with FiancĂ©!" No wonder he had drowned himself in wine and cried in her arms. He had treated her as a replacement for his first love. Bitterness flooded her heart. By the time Nina snapped out of her thoughts, Nash had already finished showering and was standing in front of the full-length mirror. Nina walked over and, as usual, buttoned up his shirt for him. He was so much taller than her, so she had to tiptoe and reach up to put the tie around his neck. As she concentrated on tying his tie, Nash's warm breath brushed against her ear, his voice husky with tension, "Nina, that woman last night... it was you, wasn't it?" LEARN_MORE https://shgjfh.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11490&u Indulge in story https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ 847 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 shgjfh.com VIDEO https://shgjfh.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11490&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/454285874_479470401498184_7048054281654435700_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fy8Kn6MwTBMQ7kNvgGBWbnL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A8T2BzC1GdplzvcFLwadA1e&oh=00_AYCw9MEtkBEdIa3bUppS2BGuhD8NCBj0BqNz3On_nw4C_Q&oe=674D900C PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Indulge in story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Bì‹œëĄœ 햄하던 ì—Źê°êž°ê°€ ì°©ë„™ 쀑 ê°‘ìž‘ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ ì‚Źêł ê°€ ë‚ŹìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. ìŽëĄœ 읞핎 í˜„ìžŹ ì‚Źë§ìžìˆ˜ê°€ 136ëȘ…을 넘얎섰윌며 ìƒìĄŽìžëŠ” 3ëȘ…에 ë¶ˆêłŒí•œ 상황입니닀. ëł‘ì› 로ëč„의 대형 ìŠ€íŹëŠ°ì—ëŠ” 읎ëȈ í•­êł”êž° ì‚Źêł ê°€ ì‹€ì‹œê°„ìœŒëĄœ ëłŽë„ë˜êł  있었닀. 씜하연은 섞 ëȘ…ëżìž ìƒìĄŽìž 쀑의 하나로 두 ë‹€ëŠŹì— 붕대넌 감은 채 쀑환자싀 ëł‘ìƒ 위에 누워 있었닀. 귞때, 손에 듀늰 핞드폰에서 ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. “지ꞈ êł ê°ë‹˜ê»˜ì„œ 전화넌 받을 수 없슔니닀. 닀음에 닀시 ê±žì–ŽìŁŒì„žìš”.” ì‚Źêł ê°€ 나던 ê·ž 순간부터 지ꞈêčŒì§€, 낹펾 한서쀀은 전화넌 받지 않았닀. 섀마 ê·žê°€ 옚 나띌넌 떠듀썩하êȌ 한 ì—Źê°êž° ì‚Źêł ë„Œ ëȘšë„Œ 음은 없었닀. ì‚Źêł  ë‹č시, 현임에는 ìŠč객듀의 시신읎 ì—Źêž°ì €êž° ì•„ëŹŽë ‡êȌ나 널렀 있었닀. 귞녀는 ì‚Źêł ì˜ ì¶©êČ©êłŒ ìŁœìŒì˜ êł”íŹëĄœ 숚도 ì œëŒ€ëĄœ 쉎 수 없었닀. êČ°í˜Œí•œ 지 3년읎나 되었지만 낚펞은 귞녀가 가임 í•„ìš”ëĄœ 하는 순간 연띜읎 되지 않았닀. 하연은 마음 한 쌠읎 시렀 였는 êČƒì„ 느ꌈ닀. 귞때, 휮대폰 ëČš ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. 한찞읎나 멍하êȌ 있던 귞녀는 정신을 ì°šëŠŹêł  발신자넌 확읞했닀. 할뚞니였닀. 하연의 얌ꔎ읎 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. â€œì—ŹëłŽì„žìš”.” 귞녀가 잔뜩 쉰 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 전화넌 받았닀. 전화 걎너펞에서 ìčœì ˆí•˜ë©Žì„œë„ ì—°ëĄœí•œ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. [ìš°ëŠŹ 하연읎, 읎 í• ëŻžê°€ 너 ë•ŒëŹžì— 제 ëȘ…에 ëȘ» ìŁœêČ ê”Źë‚˜. 너묮 놀띌서 말읎알. ì–Žë”” ë‹€ìčœ ë°ëŠ” ì—†êł ? 서쀀읎가 옆에 같읎 있지?] 강영숙은 서쀀의 ìčœí• ëšžë‹ˆëĄœ 한씚 집안 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ 쀑 유음하êȌ 하연에êȌ êŽ€ì‹Źì„ 갖는 분읎었닀. “서쀀 씚는  .” ëšžë­‡ê±°ëŠŹëŠ” 귞녀의 말에 강영숙읎 ëŹŽì–žê°€ë„Œ 눈ìč˜ ì±ˆ ë“Żí–ˆë‹€. [읎런 정신 나간 놈을 뎀나! ëč„ì„œëĄœ 또 ì•„ë‚ŽëĄœ, 핎왞 출임간 낹펾 음을 ë‹€ ëŽìŁŒêł  있는데 읎렇êȌ 큰 ì‚Źêł ê°€ í„°ìĄŒëŠ”ë°ë„ 윔ëčŒêž°ë„ ì•ˆëłŽì—Ź? Ʞ닀렀뎐띌! 읎 í• ëŻžê°€ 정신나간 ê·ž 녀석을 가만 두나!] 귞녀가 닀시 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. [지ꞈ 얎느 ëł‘ì›ì— 있얎? ì§‘ì‚Źë„Œ ëłŽë‚Œ 테니 êž°ë‹€ëŠŹë Ž!] 하연읎 ëł‘ì› ìŁŒì†Œë„Œ ì•Œë €ìŁŒìž 강영숙은 전화넌 끊었닀. 귞녀는 êł ê°œë„Œ í‘č 숙읞 채 말없읎 팔에 ꜂혀 있던 ìŁŒì‚Ź 바늘을 ëčŒëƒˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëŠ” 톔슝을 찞윌며 ìčšëŒ€ì—ì„œ 낎렀왔닀. “환자분, 지ꞈ 뭐하시는 거예요? 닀늏 부상읎 ì‹Źê°í•˜ë‹ˆ 안정을 췚핎알 핎요.” 마ìčš ëł‘ì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎였던 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ êčœì§ 놀띌 ì†ŒëŠŹìł€ë‹€. “ëȘ©ë°œ ìą€ ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒì„žìš”. 퇎원핎알êČ ì–Žìš”.” 하연의 ë§íˆŹê°€ 얌마나 닚혞했던지 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ 멍하니 귞녀넌 바띌뎀닀. 임Ʞ간 입원핎알 한닀멎 ëł‘ì›ëłŽë‹€ëŠ” 서쀀의 ëłžê°€ì—ì„œ 요양하는 펞읎 나을 êȃ 같았닀. ì‚Źì‹€, 하연은 HTê·žëŁč 회임의 ëč„서였닀. 읎ëȈ 두바읎 출임은 ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 전시회의 제품 ë°°ìč˜ì™€ ê·ŒëŹŽìžì›ì„ 확정 ì§“êž° 위핎 HTê·žëŁč을 대표핮 갔던 êČƒìŽì—ˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł  음의 êČ°êłŒë„Œ 슉시 ëłŽêł í•˜êž°ëĄœ 되얎있었닀. ‘한서쀀 읎 낚자, 도대ìČŽ 지ꞈ 얎디서 뭘 í•˜êł  있는 거알?’ êČ°ê”­, ê°„í˜žì‚ŹëŠ” 퇎원하êȠ닀는 귞녀넌 막지 ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. 하연은 êł§ìž„ 쀑환자싀을 나와 ëȘ©ë°œì„ ì§šêł  ì ˆëšê±°ëŠŹë©° 수납ìȘ로 햄했닀. 귞때, ëł‘ì› 1ìž” 로ëč„의 ìœ ëŠŹ ëČœ 너빾로 읔숙한 찚량ëČˆí˜žíŒìŽ ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. êł êž‰ ìŠč용찚 ëȘ‡ 대가 ê·ž 뒀넌 ë”°ë„Žêł  있었는데 자섞히 볮니 HT ê·žëŁč 소유의 찚듀읎었닀. 뚌저 찚에서 낮며 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ìŽ êČ€ì •ìƒ‰ 수튞넌 입은 한 낚자넌 ëčŒêłĄížˆ ë‘˜ëŸŹì‹žêł  있었닀. 귞는 ì–Žë–€ ì—Źìžë„Œ 품에 ì•ˆêł  있었는데 귞녀넌 ëȘč시 아끌는 듯 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. 귞의 êČ€ì •ìƒ‰ 윔튞가 귞녀의 하얀 ë‹€ëŠŹë„Œ ëźêł  있었닀. 낚자는 하연의 ìĄŽìžŹë„Œ 전혀 알지 ëȘ»í•œ 채 황꞉히 ëł‘ì› ëłžêŽ€ ìȘœìœŒëĄœ 햄했닀. 하연은 ê·ž ìžëŠŹì— 서서 ì—Źìžë„Œ ì•ˆêł  ì „ëŹžì˜ ì§„ì°°ì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎가는 귞넌 가만히 ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. êČ°í˜Œìƒí™œ 3년 동안 저렇êȌ 닀정한 낚펞의 ëȘšìŠ”은 한 ëȈ도 ëłž 적읎 없었닀. ê·žê°€ ì•ˆêł  있는 ì—ŹìžëŠ” ëˆ„ê”ŹìŒêčŒ? 귞녀는 갑자Ʞ 가슎에 엄ìȭ난 톔슝읎 밀렀였는 êČƒì„ 느ꌈ닀. ê·ž êł í†”ìŽ 얌마나 컞던지 í˜žíĄìŽ êł€ëž€í•  지êČœìŽì—ˆë‹€. 귞때, ëł”ë„ 반대펞에서 걞얎였던 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ 듀늎띜 말띜 한 ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 톔화하며 귞녀의 êłì„ 자나갔닀. “낎가 ê·žìȘœìœŒëĄœ 갈êȌ. 저 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ êČœì œ 뉎슀에 ìžìŁŒ 등임하는 HT ê·žëŁč í›„êł„ìž 한서쀀읎알. ì‹€ì œëĄœ 볮니 더 낚자닀욎데? ìš°ëŠŹ ëł‘ì›ì—ì„œ 볎êȌ 되닀니 너묮 신Ʞ핎. ì—Źìžìčœê”Ź ë°ëŠŹêł  ì‚°ë¶€ìžêłŒì— ì§„ëŁŒë°›ìœŒëŸŹ 왔나 뎐.” â€œì‚°ë¶€ìžêłŒ? 확싀핎?” “귞럌 확싀하지. ì§„ëŁŒ 찚튞에 적힌 걞 뎀는데 ëČŒìš 태아가 12ìŁŒë‚˜ 됐던데? 태아 상태가 불안정한지 였늘 출혈읎 있었대. 귞래서 í•œì‚Źìž„ìŽ ì•ˆêł  옚 거띌 던데?” ê·ž 말을 듀은 하연읎 ëšžëŠżì†ìœŒëĄœ 날짜넌 êł„ì‚°í–ˆë‹€. ‘12ìŁŒëŒë©Žâ€Šâ€Š 두 달 전?’ 제2화 하늘읎 ë§ș얎쀀 컀플 하연은 두 달 전, 1ìŁŒìŒ 정도 출임 음정읎 ìžĄí˜€ 있던 한서쀀의 ìŒì •ëłŽêł ì„œê°€ ìƒê°ë‚Źë‹€. 핞드폰을 ì„êł  있는 귞녀의 손읎 떚렀왔닀. ‘귞 때 생ꞎ 아읎읞 거알?’ 귞녀는 한서쀀의 숚êČšì§„ ì•„ë‚ŽëĄœ 였래 전부터 ëč„ë°€êł„ì•œì„ ë§șêł  있었닀. 하지만 읎제껏 낚펞의 슀ìș”듀에 대핎서는 ë“€ì–Žëłž 적읎 없었닀. “한서쀀 ì‚Źìž„ìŽ ì—Źìžìčœê”Źì—êȌ ì°ž ê°ëł„í•œ êȃ 같아   저 ì—ŹìžëŠ” 전생에 나띌넌 ê”Źí–ˆë‚˜ 뎐. ëłŽì•„í•˜ë‹ˆ êł§ êł”ì‹ë°œí‘œê°€ 날 êȃ 같은데?” â€œê·žëŸŹêȌ. 나도 아êčŒ êČ€ìƒ‰í•Ž 뎀얎. ë„€ 생각엔 저 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ ì—Źìžìčœê”Źê°€ 맞는 êȃ 같아?” ìčŽíŠžë„Œ ë°€êł  가던 젊은 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ 옆에 있는 ê°„í˜žì‚Źì—êȌ 핾드폰 속 ì‚Źì§„ì„ ëłŽì—ŹìŁŒì—ˆë‹€. ê·žëŸŹìž 귞녀가 êčœì§ 놀띌며 말했닀. “맞아, 맞아! 읎 ì—Źìžì•Œ! STê·žëŁč 둘짞 딾! 한서쀀읎랑 너묮 잘 ì–ŽìšžëŠŹì§€ 않아? 하늘읎 ë§ș얎쀀 컀플 같아!” 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì€ 혞듀갑을 ë–šë©° ë°˜ëŒ€íŽžìœŒëĄœ 걞얎갔닀. ‘ST ê·žëŁč읎띌  .’ 퇎원 수속을 마ìčœ í•˜ì—°ì€ ì§‘ì‚Źì˜ 찚넌 íƒ€êł  가멎서도 마음읎 ìą€ìČ˜ëŸŒ 진정되지 않았닀. ë°˜ìŻ€ 엎늰 ì°œëŹž 아래 핾드폰 화멎의 불ëč›ìŽ 찜백한 하연의 얌ꔎ을 ëč„ì·„ë‹€. 수 없읎 êČ€ìƒ‰í•Ž 뎀지만 í•œì„œì€€êłŒ ST ê·žëŁčêłŒì˜ 연ꎀ성은 전혀 찟을 수 없었닀. ‘B시의 잘 나가는 두 ëȘ…ëŹžê°€ 집안읎 읎런 ì‹ìœŒëĄœ ì—źìŽë‹€ë‹ˆ 읎상핎.’ 서쀀의 ëłžê°€ì— 도착하니 거싀에 불읎 쌜젞 있었닀. ëˆˆì—Łê°€ì‹œ 같은 시누읎 대신 서쀀의 할뚞니읞 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źê°€ ì§€íŒĄìŽì— ëȘžì„ 의지한 채 귞녀넌 êž°ë‹€ëŠŹêł  있었닀. â€œìš°ëŠŹ 하연읎 ì™”ê”Źë‚˜! 넀가 ëł”ìŽ 많아서 ê·ž 큰 ì‚Źêł  쀑에도 ëŹŽì‚Źí–ˆê”Źë‚˜. 너묮 놀띌서 하마터멎 숚읎 넘얎갈 뻔했지 뭐냐.” “할빾니, 전 êŽœì°źì•„ìš”.” 하연은 ì˜ŹëŒê°€ ì‰Źêł  싶은 마음읎 컞지만 웃윌며 말했닀. “할빾니, ì‚Źì‹€ 저 ìą€ í”Œêł€í•Žìš”.” “귞래, 귞래. 얌넞 ì˜ŹëŒê°€ì„œ ì‰Źì–ŽëŒ. 서쀀읎한테 연띜핎 놚윌니êčŒ êł§ ì˜Ź ê±°ë‹€.” 하연은 ëȘžì„ 숙읎는 순간 ì‹Źí•œ 톔슝읎 ëȘ°ë €ì™€ 얌ꔎ읎 ìŒê·žëŸŹìĄŒë‹€. 강영숙은 귞녀가 êŽŽëĄœìšŽ 읎유가 서쀀 ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒêł  생각했닀. 하연의 ëšžëŠżì†ì— 서쀀의 생각읎 ìŠ€ìł 지나갔닀. 귞는 자신에êȌ 진짜 ëȘšìŠ”을 ìˆšêž°êł  있었닀. 귞에êȌ ì—Źìžìčœê”Źê°€ 있닀는 ì‚Źì‹€ìŽ 읎렇êȌ 가슎에 가시가 되얎 박힐 쀄은 ëȘ°ëžë‹€. ‘낎가 지ꞈêčŒì§€ ì°žêł  êČŹëŽŒì˜š 날읎 한순간에 우슀워지닀니  .’ 

 서쀀은 닀음날 ë°€ 늩êȌ나 되얎 ëłžê°€ì— 도착했닀. “아직 안 잀얎? êčšì–Ž 있윌멎서 불은 왜 êșŒ 뒀얎?” ê·žê°€ ìčšì‹€ì˜ 불을 쌰닀. 하연은 귞런 귞넌 볎며 마음읎 불펞했닀. 귞녀는 하룹 ìą…ìŒ ìčšëŒ€ì— 누워만 있었닀. ì§‘ì‚Źê°€ 가젞닀쀀 음식도 거의 ëšč지 ëȘ»í–ˆêł  êČ°ê”­ ê·žêČƒë“€ì€ ì°šê°‘êȌ 식얎ëȄ며 상태였닀. “ë‹č신 ë©°ìč  ë™ì•ˆ 얎디에 있었얎요?” 귞녀는 서쀀의 얌ꔎ은 ëłŽì§€ë„ 않은 채 수ìČ™í•Žì§„ ëȘšìŠ”ìœŒëĄœ 돌아서서 힘없읎 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. ìžŹí‚·ì„ ëČ—ìž 귞의 탄탄한 ëȘžë§€ê°€ ë“œëŸŹë‚Źë‹€. 서쀀은 귞녀의 ëŹŒìŒì— ëŻžê°„ì„ 잔뜩 찌푞늰 채 ìčšëŒ€ 헀드 ìȘœìœŒëĄœ 눈을 돌렞닀. êČ°í˜Œ 3년 동안 귞녀가 읎렇êȌ 자신의 행방을 추궁하는 êČƒì€ ìČ˜ìŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. “T시에 있는 ì§€ì‚Źì— ëŹžì œê°€ 있얎서 출임 닀녀왔얎.” 서쀀은 평소ìČ˜ëŸŒ 냉닮하êȌ 대닔한 후, ê·€ì°źë‹€ëŠ” 듯 ê±°ìč êȌ 넄타읎넌 ëŒì–Žë‚ŽëŠŹêł ëŠ” 욕싀 ìȘœìœŒëĄœ 햄했닀. “귞래요?” 하연의 웃음 ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ ìčšì‹€ 안에 ìšžë žë‹€. “ëč„서싀 ê”Źë™í›„ 싀임님께 ì—Źì­€ëŽ€ëŠ”ë° Tì‹œëĄœ 가는 ëč„행Ʞ표 ê”Źë§€ë‚Žì—­ìŽ 없더ꔰ요.” 귞녀의 ë§íˆŹì— ì˜ì‹ŹìŽ 잔뜩 ëŹ»ì–Žë‚Źë‹€. â€œëŹŽìŠš 말을 í•˜êł  싶은 거알?” 서쀀읎 욕싀 ìž…ê”Źì— 멈춰 서서 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. ê”łìŽ 얌ꔎ을 ëłŽì§€ 않아도 ê·žê°€ 화가 폭발하Ʞ 직전읎띌는 êČƒìŻ€ì€ 알 수 있었닀. ‘하, êł§ 불 같읎 화넌 낮êČ ë„€.’ 제3화 한씚 집안 ë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ 된 읎유 “ë‹č신읎랑 ê·ž ì—Źìž, 대ìČŽ 얞제부터 만난 거알?” 하연읎 êČšìš° ëȘžì„ ì¶”ìŠ€ëŠŹë©° ìčšëŒ€ì— Ʞ대 앉았닀. 서쀀은 귞녀가 3년전 í˜Œìžì‹ êł ë„Œ 할 ë•ŒëłŽë‹€ í›šì”Ź 말랐닀는 êČƒì„ 알아챘닀. 얎찌나 알위었던지 바람읎 불멎 날아가ëȄ멮 êȃ 같았닀. “ë‹č신 낮 ë’·ìĄ°ì‚Źë„Œ 한 거알?” 귞의 안색읎 ëł€í–ˆë‹€. “낎가 ê·žë ‡êȌ 한가한 ì‚ŹëžŒìœŒëĄœ ëłŽì—Źìš”? 낎가 입원했던 ëł‘ì›ì—ì„œ 낮 두 ëˆˆìœŒëĄœ ë‹čì‹ ë“€ 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì„ 뎀얎요.” 귞녀는 ë‚źì€ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ, 한 Ꞁ자 한 Ꞁ자 또박또박 낮 뱉었닀. 순간, ì‹Źìž„ìŽ ì°ąêž°ëŠ” êȃ 같았닀. 하지만 서쀀의 얌ꔎ에는 ëȘ»ë§ˆë•…한 Ʞ색읎 역렄했닀. 귞는 하연읎 ì‚Źêł ê°€ 난 êČƒì„ 알멎서도 걱정하는 말 한 마디 없었닀. 귞녀는 ê·žê°€ 하는 말듀을 듀윌며 í˜ì˜€ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ 느낌읎 듀었닀. â€˜ë¶€ë¶€ëĄœ 삎았던 3년읎띌는 시간읎 ì•„ëŹŽêȃ도 아닌 êȃ 같아.’ 하연은 ë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ 하는 음 마닀 íŠžì§‘ìžĄëŠ” 시얎뚞니와 자신을 ëˆˆì—Łê°€ì‹œìČ˜ëŸŒ ì—Źêž°ëŠ” 시누읎에êȌ 정성을 닀했닀. 집에서는 ìŁŒë¶€ëĄœ 또 íšŒì‚Źì—ì„œëŠ” 헌신적읞 ëč„서 역할을 ë„ë§Ąì•˜ë‹€. 귞녀는 서쀀의 할빾니 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źì˜ 뜻에 따띌 ì•„ë“€, 딾 잘 낳는 ìą‹ì€ ì†ìžë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ ë˜ë €êł  녞렄했닀. 3년 동안 귞만큌 했윌멎 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źì—êȌ ê°€ìĄ±ìœŒëĄœì„œì˜ ì˜ëŠŹëŠ” 충분히 지킚 êČƒìŽë‹€. 하지만 ê·ž êČ°êłŒëŠ” 얎떠한가? 3년간 하연은 서쀀의 ëȘžì— 손가띜 하나도 댈 수가 없었닀. 한 방을 ì“°êł  있었지만 ìčšëŒ€ëŠ” 따로 썌Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŽì—ˆë‹€. 하연은 밀렀였는 톔슝을 찞윌며 찚가욎 귞의 눈을 ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. ê·žëŸŹë‹€ ëŹŽìŠš 용Ʞ가 ë‚ŹëŠ”ì§€ ì†ŒëŠŹë„Œ 낎얎 ê°€ëłêȌ 웃었닀. “ë‹č신 얎뚞니는 낎가 애도 ëȘ» ë‚łìœŒë©Žì„œ êČ°í˜Œí•œ ì–‘ì‹Źë„ 없는 ì—ŹìžëŒêł  í–ˆìŁ . 귞런데 지ꞈ ë‹č신읎 밖에서 닀넞 ì—Źìžì™€ 아읎넌 가진 걞 낎가 ì–Žë–»êȌ ë°›ì•„ë“€ì—Źì•Œ í•˜ìŁ ?” 간신히 ìčšëŒ€ì— êž°ëŒ€êł  있는 귞녀는 ë‹č임읎띌도 ì“°ëŸŹì§ˆ êȃ 같았닀. 하지만 êł ê°œë„Œ êŒżêŒżí•˜êȌ ìłë“€êł ëŠ” 귞의 옷êčƒì„ ìžĄì•˜ë‹€. 하지만 êł§ë°”ëĄœ ꔔ은 귞의 손에 ìžĄížˆêł  말았닀. 한서쀀은 찚가욎 눈ëč›ìœŒëĄœ 귞녀넌 ëč€ížˆ ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. “혜êČœìŽëŠ” 낮 섞컚드가 아니알. 20년 넘êȌ ì•Œêł  지낞 ì‚ŹìŽì•Œ.” ‘얎늎 적부터 ì•Œêł  지낞 ì‚ŹìŽì˜€ê”Źë‚˜.’ 하연은 자신을 ìžĄêł  있는 서쀀의 손에 점점 힘읎 듀얎가는 êČƒì„ 느ꌈ닀. “혜êČœìŽê°€ 5년 전에 출ꔭ한 ìŽí›„ëĄœ ì„œëĄœ 한ëȈ도 연띜한 적 없얎.” 귞녀는 뒀톔수넌 한 대 섞êȌ 맞은 êȃ 같았닀. ‘얎쩐지 ì•„ëŹŽëŠŹ 찟아뎐도 ì—Źìžë„Œ 만난 흔적읎 1도 없더띌니  .’ 하지만 ê·ž ì—Źìžê°€ 임신한 êČƒìŽ 닀시 ìƒê°ë‚Źë‹€. 귞녀는 닀시 êł ê°œë„Œ ë“€êł  쉰 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “귞래서 읎제 두 ì‚ŹëžŒ, 닀시 만나는 거예요?” 한서쀀은 뭔가 말하렀닀가 입을 ë‹€ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëŠ” 얎두워진 귞녀의 눈동자넌 ì •ë©ŽìœŒëĄœ ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. “낎가 왜 ë‹č신을 읎 êłł ì•ˆìŁŒìžìœŒëĄœ 듀였는지 ëČŒìš 잊은 êȃ 같ꔰ.” HT ê·žëŁč 낎에는 상속을 원하는 형제듀읎 ë§Žì•˜êł  í›„êł„ìž ìžëŠŹë„Œ 녾멬는 자듀도 많았닀. 서쀀의 할뚞니읞 강영숙 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” ìŒë¶€ëŸŹ B시의 ëŻží˜Œ ì—Źì„± 쀑에서 ì†ìžë©°ëŠëŠŹë„Œ êłšëŒ 귞와 êČ°í˜Œì‹œí‚€êł , ì•„ë“€ 딞을 ë‚łì•„ ê·žëŁč 낎에서의 입지넌 당당히 í•˜ë €êł  했닀. 강영숙 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 자신의 생ëȘ…을 ê”Źí•Ž 쀀 하연을 ì†ìžë©°ëŠëŠŹëĄœ 추ìČœí–ˆë‹€. 귞녀는 서쀀을 ì°Ÿì•„ê°€ ëȘšë“  음에 간섭하지 않êČ ë‹€êł  ì•œì†í•˜êł  ëč„ë°€êČ°í˜Œì— 동의했닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  ë‹č시에 자신읎 욎영하던 잘 나가던 뾌랜드 샔도 ëŹžì„ 닫았닀. ê·ž 후로 HTê·žëŁč에 듀얎가 서쀀의 음을 돕는 ëč„ì„œëĄœ 음핎왔닀. 귞래서 ê·žê°€ 하연에êȌ 선을 넘지 ë§ëŒêł  êČœêł í•˜ëŠ” êČƒìŽì—ˆë‹€. 귞녀가 웃윌며 말했닀. “잊ꞎ요, 하나넌 손에 ë„ŁìœŒë©Ž 더 ê°–êł  싶은 êȌ ì‚ŹëžŒ ìš•ì‹ŹìŽìž–ì•„ìš”?” 귞녀의 얌ꔎ은 찜백했지만 눈동자는 ëč›ìŽ ë‚˜êł  있었닀. 얌ꔎ에 ëŻžì†Œë§ˆì € 없었더띌멎 마ìč˜ ëŹŽë€ì—ì„œ 걞얎 나옚 ìČ˜ë…€ê·€ì‹  같아 ëłŽì˜€ì„ì§€ë„ ëȘ°ëžë‹€. 순간, 서쀀은 하연읎 얎딘가 ëł€í–ˆë‹€êł  느ꌈ닀. 하지만 ê·ž 말을 입 밖에 낎지는 않았닀. 귞녀가 ìžĄížŒ 손을 ìŠŹë©°ì‹œ ëčŒëƒˆë‹€. ꜀ 큰 ìčšì‹€ì€ ì°œëŹžìŽ 닫혀 있었는데 êł”êž°ê°€ 점점 ë‹”ë‹”í•Žì§€êł  있었닀. 옚도도 점점 높아젞 얎느덧 ì˜šë„êł„ê°€ 30도넌 ê°€ëŠŹí‚€êł  있었닀. 더욎 êł”êž°ì— 서쀀의 숚읎 가ëč ì˜€ëŠ” êČƒìŽ ëŠê»ŽìĄŒë‹€. 하연은 닀시 귞의 셔잠 êčƒì— 손을 가젞닀 댔닀. 귞는 플하지 ì•Šêł  가만히 있었닀. 귞는 앜간 화가 난 듯한 얌ꔎ읎었지만 너묮 더워 귞녀넌 밀얎낌 Ʞ렄읎 없얎 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. “ë‹č신 지ꞈ ëŹŽìŠš 짓을 하는 거알?” 제4화 더 읎상 한씚 집안 ë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ 아니에요 하연은 서쀀의 셔잠 닚추넌 하나씩 풀었닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  귞의 ëł”ê·Œì„ 따띌 낎렀가며 입을 맞추었닀. 였랫동안 감춰옚 서쀀에 대한 갈망 탓읞지 귀밑êčŒì§€ ë¶‰ì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. 귞녀는 손놀늌을 멈추지 않은 채 쉰 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 말했닀. “낎가 ì–Žë–»êȌ 읎 집의 작은 ì•ˆìŁŒìžìŽ 되었는지 ìžŠì—ˆëƒêł ìš”? ì–Žë–»êȌ 잊을 수 있êČ ì–Žìš”. 제 ìž„ëŹŽëŠ” ë‹č신의 아읎넌 낳는 거예요. 지ꞈ 나는 낮 ìž„ëŹŽë„Œ ìˆ˜í–‰í•˜êł  있는 ê±°êł ìš”.” “얎떻êȌ 귞런 말을?!” 화넌 낮는 서쀀의 탄탄한 ëł”ê·ŒìŽ ìšžëŁ©ë¶ˆëŁ© 움직였닀. “방 안에 씜음제넌 ìą€ ëżŒë žì–Žìš”. ìĄ°êžˆë§Œ 찞윌멎 êł§ êŽœì°źì•„ì§ˆ 거예요. 저는 제 ìž„ëŹŽë„Œ 위핎 아읎넌 가지렀는 êČƒëżìŽì—ìš”.” 귞녀는 더 ëŒ€ë‹Ží•˜êł  êłŒê°í•˜êȌ 행동했닀. 전에는 한ëȈ도 ëłŽì—Źì€€ 적 없는 요엌한 ëȘšìŠ”읎었닀. 하연의 적ê·č적읞 도발에 서쀀의 ëȘžìŽ ëłžëŠ„ì ìœŒëĄœ 반응하Ʞ ì‹œìž‘í–ˆêł  혾흡도 ê±°ìč ì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. 읎 ëȘšë“  êȌ 씜음제 ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒêł  ì†ìœŒëĄœ 되뇌읎며, 서쀀은 혀 끝을 êčšëŹŒì–Ž 가êčŒìŠ€ëĄœ 되찟은 음말의 ìŽì„±ìœŒëĄœ 하연의 ê±°ìčšì—†ëŠ” 손을 ꜉ 움쌜 ìžĄì•˜ë‹€. “씜하연, 너 정말 역êČšì›Œ.” 서쀀의 말에 귞녀의 끓얎였넎던 욕망읎 순식간에 폭삭 가띌앉아 ëȄ렞닀. 하연은 눈에 ëˆˆëŹŒìŽ êł ì˜€ë‹€. 마지막읞 듯 한 마디 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “나넌 안는 êȌ ê·žë ‡êȌ ê”Źì—­ì§ˆë‚˜ìš”?” “귞래!” 서쀀은 귞녀넌 똑바로 ìłë‹€ëłŽë©Žì„œ ìĄ°êžˆë„ 망섀읎지 ì•Šêł  대닔했닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  귞녀넌 ë°€ìłëƒˆë‹€. 더는 귞녀와 한마디도 í•˜êł  싶지 않았닀. 서쀀은 하연읎 ëČ—êžŽ 옷을 ì§‘ì–Ž ë“€êł  닀시 ìž…êž° 시작했닀. 귞는 닚추도 ìž ê·žì§€ 않은 채 성큌성큌 걞얎 나가ëȄ렞닀. ë°©ëŹžìŽ â€˜ìŸ…â€™í•˜êł  닫히멎서 ìŁŒìœ„ê°€ 닀시 ìĄ°ìš©í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 하연은 ê·žê°€ 나가자 ꞎ임읎 풀렀 바닄에 ìŁŒì €ì•‰ì•˜ë‹€. 눈에는 원망읎 ì°šì˜Źëžë‹€. 서쀀은 방을 나서며 생각했닀. ‘읎 ì •ë„ëĄœ 했윌멎 있던 마음도 없얎지êČ ì§€â€Šâ€Š.’ 

 닀음날 아ìčš, 하연은 아직 성ìč˜ ì•Šì€ ë‹€ìčœ ë‹€ëŠŹë„Œ ì ˆëšê±°ëŠŹë©° ì—Źí–‰ê°€ë°©ì„ ëŒêł  ì•„ëž˜ìž”ìœŒëĄœ 낎렀갔닀. 집안 삎늌을 돕는 가정부가 ì‹ì‚Źë„Œ 쀀ëč„í•˜êł  있었닀. 강영숙 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 새ëČœêž°ë„ë„Œ 드멬러 가느띌 집을 ëč„욎 상태였닀. “얎뚞, 새얞니! ìŁœë‹€ 삎아난 지 얌마 되지도 않았는데 ëČŒìš 짐 ëŒêł  얎딜 가렀는 거예요? í˜č시 ì—Źí–‰ 가요?” 한서쀀의 ìčœë™ìƒ 한서영읎 ëčˆì •ê±°ëŠŹë©° 말했닀. 귞녀는 í˜„ìžŹ B대학ꔐ 2학년에 ìžŹí•™ì€‘ìŽë‹€. 서영은 í•˜ì—°êłŒ 읎렇êȌ ê°€ìĄ±ìœŒëĄœ 만나는 êČƒìŽ ì—Źì „ížˆ 읔숙하지 ì•Šêł  불펞하Ʞ만 했닀. “나가Ʞ 전에 나 뚞늏 하는 ê±° ìą€ ë„ì™€ìŁŒêł  가요.” 하연은 ì†ìžŹìŁŒê°€ ìą‹ì€ 펞읎띌 서영의 ëšžëŠŹë„Œ êł§ìž˜ ì†ì§ˆí•ŽìŁŒì—ˆë‹€. 슀타음읎 ìą‹ì•„ì„œ ìčœê”Źë“€ëĄœë¶€í„° ë¶€ëŸŹì›€ì„ 샀닀. 하지만 였늘 하연은 귞녀의 말에 전혀 대꟞도 하지 ì•Šêł  짐을 ëŒêł  낎렀왔닀. 마ìčš ê·€ë¶€ìžìČ˜ëŸŒ ìč˜ìž„한 한씚 집안의 ì•ˆìŁŒìž 읎수애 ì—Źì‚Źì™€ ë§ˆìŁŒìł€ë‹€. 귞녀는 HTê·žëŁč 한태규 회임의 두ëČˆì§ž 아낎읎자 서쀀의 ìčœì–Žëšžë‹ˆì˜€ë‹€. 읎수애는 ìČ˜ìŒë¶€í„° 하연의 ì˜·ì°šëŠŒêłŒ 가정배êČœìŽ 마음에 듀지 않아 í•šë¶€ëĄœ 말하Ʞ 음쑀였닀. “아ìčš ëŒ“ë°”ëžŒë¶€í„° ì—Źí–‰ê°€ë°©ì„ ëŒêł  닀니며 뭐하는 짓읎알? ë‹č임 ë‚Žë €ë†“êł  ìČ­ì†Œì€‘ìž 읎ëȘšë‹˜ìŽë‚˜ 도와띌. êł§ ìƒˆëĄœ ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 듀얎와서 지낎êȌ 될 거니êčŒ.” 하연의 눈êșŒí’€ìŽ 떚렀왔닀. 자신읎 ëȘšë„Žêł  있는 음읎 ìŒì–Žë‚˜êł  있었닀. 귞때, 옆에서 ë“Łêł  있던 한서영읎 궁ꞈ슝을 ì°žì§€ ëȘ»í•˜êł  ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. â€œìƒˆëĄœ? 누가요?” “니가 ìą‹ì•„ ìŁœëŠ” 혜êČœìŽ ë§êł  누가 더 있êȠ니?” “넀? 혜êČœì–žë‹ˆ 귀ꔭ했얎요?” “돌아였Ʞ만 한 êȌ ì•„ë‹ˆêł , ë„€ 였ëč  ì•„ìŽë„Œ ê°€ìĄŒìž–ì•„. ìš°ëŠŹì§‘ 터가 ìą‹ì•„ì„œ 잠êč ìžêž° ì§‘ìœŒëĄœ 듀얎가Ʞ 전에 ì—Źêž°ì„œ ëȘžì„ 추슀넌 거알.” 귞녀는 읎알Ʞ하멎서 하연을 한ëȈ 힐끗 ìłë‹€ëłŽì•˜ë‹€. ëŻŒí˜œêČœìŽì•Œ 말로 자신읎 생각핎옚 읎상적읞 ë©°ëŠëŠżê°ìŽì—ˆë‹€. 애쎈에 ê·ž 음읎 아니었윌멎 서쀀은 혜êČœêłŒ êČ°í˜Œí–ˆì„ êČƒìŽë‹€. 귞녀가 하연을 ë‚Žë €ë‹€ëłŽë©Žì„œ ëŹŽì‹œí•˜ëŠ” 투로 말했닀. “너 아직도 ê±°êž° 서서 멍하니 ë­í•˜êł  있니? ìČ­ì†Œí•˜ëŸŹ 가지 ì•Šêł ?” 예전 같았윌멎 하연은 틀늌없읎 시얎뚞니의 ëč„위넌 맞추었을 êČƒìŽë‹€. 하지만 였늘은 자신을 멞시하는 귞녀의 ëœ»ëŒ€ëĄœ í•˜êł  싶지 않았닀. 하연은 너묮나도 êł í†”ìŠ€ëŸŹì› ì§€ë§Œ ìčšì°©í•˜êȌ 냉정한 태도넌 잃지 ì•Šêł  말했닀. “였늘부터 저와 서쀀 씚는 더 읎상 ë¶€ë¶€ì‚ŹìŽê°€ 아니에요. 서영읎 뚞늏 하는 거나 ë°© ìČ­ì†Œ 같은 허드렛음은 읎제 닀넞 ì‚ŹëžŒì—êȌ 시킀섞요.” 제5화 읎혌합의서 읎수애 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 하연읎 ì „êłŒëŠ” 완전히 닀넞 투로 말하는 êČƒì„ ëłŽêł  도저히 ëŻżêž°ì§€ê°€ 않았닀. 귞녀는 컀닀란 ì‚ŹíŒŒìŽì–Žê°€ 박힌 반지넌 낀 ì†ê°€ëœìœŒëĄœ 하연을 ê°€ëŠŹìŒ°ë‹€. “귞êȌ ëŹŽìŠš 태도알!? 방ꞈ 했던 말 닀시 한ëȈ 핮뮐!” 하지만 하연은 ìĄ°êžˆë„ 두렀워하는 Ʞ색 없읎 귞녀넌 똑바로 ìłë‹€ëŽ€ë‹€. â€œëŻŒí˜œêČœìŽëŒëŠ” ì—Źìžê°€ 집에 듀얎였멎 ê·ž ì—Źìží•œí…Œ 집안음을 시킀섞요. 저는 ì•žìœŒëĄœ 하지 않을 거예요.” 하연은 암두ìČ˜ëŸŒ 붉은 ìž…ìˆ ëĄœ 또박또박 말했닀. 말을 í•˜êł  나니 속읎 시원했닀. 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 귞녀의 말에 ëČŒì»„ 화넌 냈닀. “너!” “엄마, 엄마!” 서영읎 흄분한 엄마의 팔을 ë¶™ìžĄêł  ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹë„Œ ë‚źì¶”ì–Ž 말했닀. “새얞니 화난 ê±° ë§žìŁ ? ì–Žì Żë°€ì— 였ëč ê°€â€Šâ€Š.” 귞녀는 불난 집에 부채질읎띌도 하렀는 듯 ì–Žì Żë°€ 음을 êșŒë‚Žë €êł  했닀. ê·ž ëȘšìŠ”을 볮니 하연의 화넌 돋우렀는 의도가 충분히 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 딞의 의도넌 ꞈ방 ì•Œì•„ì±„êł  닀시 ì°šë¶„í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 귞녀는 íŠč유의 ê±°ë“€ëščê±°ëŠŹëŠ” 투로 말했닀. “낹펾 하나 ë¶™ìžĄì§€ ëȘ»í•˜ëŠ” ìŁŒì œì— 별 얔지넌 ë‹€ 부늏넀. 감히 시얎뚞니 탓을 핮?” 하연은 느멿느멿 짐을 ëŒêł  나였닀가 저택 ìž…ê”Źì—ì„œ 발걞음을 멈추었닀. ì‹Źìž„ë°•ë™ìŽ ëčšëŒì§€ë©Žì„œ ëšžëŠŹê°€ ìȘŒê°œì§ˆ 듯 아팠닀. 귞녀는 êł ê°œë„Œ 돌렀 욕을 íŒë¶“êł  싶은 마음을 êŸč 누넎며 ì°šê°‘êȌ 말했닀. “지난 3년동안 아읎가 없었던 êȌ ë‹€ 저 ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒêł  í•˜ì…šìŁ ? 절 ì˜ì‹Źí•˜êž° 전에 서쀀 씚에êȌ ëč„ë‡šêž°êłŒ ì§„ëŁŒë„Œ ë°›ìœŒëŒêł  하는 펞읎 ëč ë„Œ 거예요. ê·žëŸŹë©Ž 임신읎 안됐던 원읞읎 êłŒì—° ëˆ„ê”Ź ìȘœì— 있는지 알 수 있을 거예요.” “너, 니가 감히!” 하연의 말에 읎 ì—Źì‚Źì™€ 서영 둘 ë‹€ êčœì§ 놀랐닀. 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 뚞늏 끝êčŒì§€ 화가 ìč˜ë°€ì—ˆë‹€. “씜하연! 난 너랑 ìš°ëŠŹ ì„œì€€ìŽí•˜êł  ꌭ ìŽí˜Œì‹œí‚€êł  말 테니 ë‘êł  뎐!” 귞동안 하연은 서쀀의 할빾니 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źì™€ì˜ 정을 생각핎서 한씚 집안 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€êłŒ 닀툌을 플했닀. 왠만핎선 자Ʞ 의êČŹì„ 낎섞우지 ì•Šêł  원만하êȌ 지낎왔닀. 지ꞈêčŒì§€ëŠ” 집안 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€êłŒ 갈등읎 생ꞞêčŒ ëŽ 두렀워하며 지냈지만 읎제는 신êČœ 쓰지 ì•Šêž°ëĄœ 했닀. â€œê·žëŸŹì‹œë˜ê°€ìš”.” 귞녀는 한마디 ë‚Žë±‰êł  서쀀의 ëłžê°€ë„Œ 나왔닀. 읎 ì—Źì‚Źê°€ 화가 나서 ꞞꞞ읎 뛰든 말든 상ꎀ없었닀. 하연읎 나가자 마자 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 뭔가 읎상하닀는 생각읎 듀었닀. 귞녀는 딾 한서영을 ë°”ëŒëłŽë©° ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “2ìž” ì˜ŹëŒê°€ì„œ ìš°ëŠŹì§‘ì— 돈 될만한 ëŹŒê±ŽìŽ ì—†ì–ŽìĄŒëŠ”ì§€ 잘 삎펎뎐. ë“€êł  나가던 ìșëŠŹì–Žê°€ ꜀나 ëŹŽê±°ì›Œ ëłŽìŽë˜ë° í˜č시 챙êČšê°”ëŠ”ì§€ ëȘšë„Žìž–ì•„!” 잠시 후 ë¶€ëŠŹë‚˜ìŒ€ êł„ë‹šì„ 뛰얎낎렀였는 한서영의 손에 서넘가 하나 듀렀 있었닀. “엄마, 없얎진 걎 없얎요. 대신 ìčšëŒ€ ëšžëŠŹë§Ąì— 뭐가 하나 있얎요!” 서넘넌 ëčŒì•—ì•„ ì‚ŽíŽŽëłŽë˜ 읎 ì—Źì‚Źì˜ 눈ëč›ìŽ 흔듀렞닀. [읎혌합의서] 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” êł§ìž„ 서쀀에êȌ 전화넌 걞얎 하연의 행각을 귞에êȌ ë‹€ 쏟아냈닀. 펄펄 뛰는 얎뚞니의 입에서 나였는 닚얎듀 쀑 ‘읎혌합의서’, ‘발Ʞ부전’ 등을 듀은 서쀀은 의자에 걞얎 둔 ì™žíˆŹë„Œ 걞ìč˜êł  슉시 회의싀을 나섰닀. "엄마, 엄마! 음닚 진정 ìą€ìš”." ê·žê°€ ë‚źì€ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 얎뚞니넌 진정시쌰닀. [낎가 지ꞈ 진정하êȌ 생êČŒì–Ž? 낮 귀한 아듀에êȌ 읎 따위 말듀을 썚 놹는데? 마ìčš í˜œêČœìŽê°€ ë“€ì–Žì˜Ź 거니êčŒ ìŽ 타읎밍에 집 나가쀀 걎 ì°ž êł ë§™ì§€ë§Œ. 아니, 지가 ë­ëŒêł  감히 뚌저 읎혌 얘Ʞ넌 êșŒë‚Ž? ëȘœë‘„읎 ì°œì§ˆëĄœ 쫓아낎도 ì‹œì›ì°źì„ 년

] 얎뚞니의 읎알Ʞ가 Ꞟ얎질 êȃ 같자 서쀀은 얎두욎 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ í†”í™”ìą…ëŁŒ ëČ„íŠŒì„ 눌렀닀. ì—Źíƒœê» ìˆœìą…ì ìŽêł  눈ìč˜ ëč ë„ŽêȌ 행동했던 하연읎 읎런 음을 저질렀닀는 ì‚Źì‹€ìŽ 도저히 ëŻżì–Žì§€ì§€ 않았닀. 하지만 ì–Žì Żë°€ 평소와는 달랐던 귞녀가 ìƒê°ë‚Źë‹€. 귞는 휮대폰 연띜ìȘ ëȘ©ëĄì—ì„œ 하연의 ëČˆí˜žë„Œ êČ€ìƒ‰í–ˆë‹€. ê·žê°€ 뚌저 전화넌 거는 êČƒì€ 3년만에 ìČ˜ìŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. 톔화연êČ°ìŒìŽ 듀늏는 순간, ëč„서싀 ê”Źë™í›„ 싀임읎 ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„°ì—ì„œ 낮멬더니 귞에êȌ 닀가왔닀. â€œì‚Źìž„ë‹˜, 방ꞈ 제 ìŽë©”ìŒëĄœ 서넘가 하나 도착했는데, 씜하연 ëč„서의 ì‚Źì§ì„œìž…ë‹ˆë‹€.” ê”Źì‹€ìž„ì€ 너묮 놀띌 숚읎 막힐 지êČœìŽì—ˆë‹€. “귞동안 씜ëč„서가 진행하던 ì‚Źì—…ë“€ìŽ 적지 않슔니닀. ê·ž 쀑 제음 쀑요한 í”„ëĄœì íŠžê°€ 두바읎 ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회읞데 씜ëč„서가 아직 후임자에êȌ ì—…ëŹŽ ìžêł„ë„Œ 하지 않았슔니닀. ì–Žë–»êȌ

 하싀 걎지  .” 서쀀의 낯ëč›ìŽ 더욱 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. 귞때 휎대폰에서 ì—Źìžì˜ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. [êł ê°ë‹˜ìŽ 전화넌 받을 수 없슔니닀. 잠시 후에 닀시 걞얎 ìŁŒì‹œêž° 바랍니닀.] 하, 씜하연. 지ꞈ 낮 전화 ì”č는닀 읎거지? 제6화 한서쀀을 찟아가닀 êł”í•­ 로ëč„에 서 있던 씜하연은 잠잠핎진 핞드폰에 숚읎 튞읎는 Ʞ분읎었닀. 아마도 였랫동안 한씚 ê°€ëŹžì—êȌ 얔압을 받았Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŒ êČƒìŽë‹€. 하지만 지ꞈ은 옚ëȘžìŽ 가ëČŒì› ë‹€. 였가는 ì—Źí–‰ê°ë“€ì„ 볮던 하연은 생각에 잠êČŒë‹€. ‘B시넌 ë– ë‚œë‹€êł  생각하니 ìą€ 싱숭생숭하넀.’ ‘귞래도 êŽœì°źì•„, 더 읎상 힘든 음은 없을 거알.’ 귞녀는 닚순히 한서쀀의 ì‚Źëž‘ìŽ ì‹ì—ˆë‹€êł ë§Œ 생각했지만, 지ꞈ은 읎 ëȘšë“  êȌ ë‹€ ê·žê°€ 닀넞 ì‚ŹëžŒì„ ì‚Źëž‘í•˜êł  있Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒëŠ” êČƒì„ 알 수 있었닀. â€˜ì°šëŒëŠŹ êč”끔하êȌ ë– ë‚˜ìŁŒëŠ” êȌ 더 나아.’ 하연은 êł§ìž„ êł”í•­ ìčŽìšŽí„°ëĄœ 가서 ìČŽíŹìžì„ í–ˆêł , ìŽëŻž Dê”­í–‰ 티쌓을 예맀한 상태였닀. ìČ˜ìŒ 귞녀는 ê°€ìĄ±ì„ 떠나 신분을 ìˆšêž°êł  B시에 ëšžëŹŒë €ë‹€. 읎ëČˆì— Dꔭ에서 엎늰 ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회 í”„ëĄœì íŠžë§Œ 아니었닀멎 할아ëČ„ì§€ëŠ” 귞녀와 서쀀을 ë§Œë‚˜êł  싶얎하셚을 êČƒìŽêł , 읎 í”„ëĄœì íŠžë„Œ HTê·žëŁč을 ìŠč읞하지 않았을 êČƒìŽë‹€. ê·žëŸŹë‚˜ 서쀀은 ê°ì‚Źí•Ží•˜êž°ëŠ”ì»€ë…• ê·žë…€ 혌자 ëłŽëƒˆë‹€. 읎제 하연 ì°šëĄ€ì˜€ë‹€. “안녕하십니êčŒ, 손님. 읎 티쌓은 í˜„ìžŹ 잠êČš 있얎 ë‹č분간 ìȘ멬할 수 없슔니닀.” ëč„슈니슀 ìčŽìšŽí„° 직원은 정쀑하êȌ 거절했닀. “잠êČšìžˆë‹€êł ìš”?” ëŻżì„ 수 없던 하연은 옚ëȘžìŽ 얌얎붙었닀. “귞럎 ëŠŹê°€ 없는데  , 닀시 한ëȈ 확읞핎 ìŁŒì‹œêČ ì–Žìš”?” â€œíšŒì‚Ź êł„ìąŒëĄœ 예맀하셚나요? 방ꞈ 환불한 êČƒìœŒëĄœ 확읞되는데, 신분슝 ìą€ ëłŽì—ŹìŁŒì‹œêČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆêčŒ?” “

.” 하연은 묾득 한 가지 ì‚Źì‹€ìŽ ë– ì˜Źëžë‹€. 귞녀는 서쀀의 ëč„서였Ʞ에 íšŒì‚Źì—ì„œ 만듀얎쀀 대부분의 êł„ìąŒëŠ” HTê·žëŁč읎 êŽ€ëŠŹí–ˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł  신분슝은  . 얌마전 íšŒì‚Ź ìžì‚Źë¶€ì—ì„œ ì–Žë–€ êČƒì„ ë“±ëĄí•Žì•Œ 한닀며 ë“€êł  간 상태였닀. 하연은 너묮 ꞎ임핎 손읎 덜덜 ë–šë žë‹€. 귞녀는 상ìČ˜ë°–ì— 낚지 않은 읎 도시넌 하룹 ëčšëŠŹ ë– ë‚˜êł  ì‹¶ì–Ž ìČŽêł„ì ìŽì§€ ëȘ»í•œ 부분읎 많았닀. â€œìŁ„ì†Ąí•Žìš”, 제가 전화핎서 ëŹŒì–ŽëłŒêČŒìš”.” 귞녀는 ê°€ìž„ìžëŠŹëĄœ 걞얎가 휎대폰을 êșŒë‚Ž HTê·žëŁč ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ì— 전화넌 걞었지만 전화는 ê±žëŠŹì§€ ì•Šì•˜êł , ì‚Źìš©í•  수 없는 ëČˆí˜žëŒëŠ” 메시지만 ë–Žë‹€. 하연은 ëšžëŠŹì†ìŽ ìƒˆí•˜ì–˜ìĄŒë‹€. ‘얎떻êȌ 낮 휮대폰 ëȈ혾도 HTê·žëŁč에서 ìŒêŽ„ì ìœŒëĄœ êŽ€ëŠŹí•œë‹€ëŠ” 걞 ìžŠêł  있었을êčŒ!’ ‘HTê·žëŁč, HTê·žëŁč!’ HTê·žëŁč은 êł„ì†í•Žì„œ 귞녀의 걞늌돌읎었닀. êł”í•­ì„ ëč ì žë‚˜ì˜š 하연은 황꞉히 택시넌 ìžĄêł  HTê·žëŁč ëčŒë”©ìœŒëĄœ 햄했닀. ì°šì°œ ë°–ìœŒëĄœ ëč„ê°€ 한두방욞 떚얎지Ʞ ì‹œìž‘í–ˆêł , êł§ 우뚝 솟은 ê±ŽëŹŒë“€ìŽ 눈에 듀얎왔닀. 귞녀는 ìšŽì „êž°ì‚Źì—êȌ 돈을 걎넚 ë’€ ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëŒêł  HTê·žëŁč ëłžêŽ€ìœŒëĄœ 듀얎갔닀. 닀행히 귞녀의 í‡Žì‚Ź 소식은 아직 퍌지지 ì•Šì•˜êł , 하연은 ëč„에 ì –ì–Ž ííŠžëŸŹì§„ ëšžëŠŹë„Œ ì •ëŠŹí•œ 후 ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„°ë„Œ 탔닀. 귞녀는 ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ìŽ 있는 12잔을 눌렞닀. â€œì•„ìŽêł , 씜 ëč„서님, 였늘 ëč„ ì˜šë‹€êł  했는데 ëȘšë„Žì…šë‚˜ 뎐요.” ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ 찚임은 ì—Źì„±ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ 손짓을 슐êČš 하는 Ʞ생였띌ëč„읎자, 아부에 늄한 제읎슚읎었닀. 서쀀읎 하연에êȌ ìž˜í•ŽìŁŒì§€ 않는 êČƒì„ ëłž 귞는 평소 하연을 막대하는 데에 읔숙했닀. “낮 신분슝은 얎디있얎요?” 하연은 귞와 대화할 생각읎 없었Ʞ에 바로 요점부터 말했닀. “신분슝읎요? 귞럌 잘ëȘ» 찟아였셚넀요. 2분 전에 대표 ëč„서싀 ê”Ź 싀임님읎 가젞가셚는데 제가 ì–Žë–»êȌ 알êČ ì–Žìš”.” “

!” 하연은 읎 êČ°êłŒë„Œ 예상했얎알 했닀. 서쀀은 ëč„슈니슀넌 할 때 엄êČ©í•˜êł  신속하êȌ ì›€ì§ìŽêł  한ëȈ 한 말은 바꟞지 않는 B시에서 ì•Œì•„ìŁŒëŠ” 냉혈한읎었닀. ì–Žë–»êȌ 하연읎 쉜êȌ 귞에êȌ 도전할 수 있êČ ëŠ”ê°€! 하연읎 ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëŒêł  돌아서서 서쀀에êȌ ê°€ë €êł  하는데 제읎슚읎 귞녀넌 ìžĄì•˜ë‹€. 귞의 태도가 도발적읞지, 악의가 있는지는 불분ëȘ…했닀. â€œí•Žêł ë  수도 있얎요, 잘 생각핎요. 지ꞈ 위잔에서는 ꜀ 쀑요한 회의가 ì—ŽëŠŹêł  ìžˆêł , 한 대표님께는 ìŽëŻž 앜혌녀가 ìžˆë‹€êł  듀었얎요.” 제7화 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì˜ 부탁 한서쀀의 앜혌자? ì”œí•˜ì—°êłŒ 한서쀀은 ëč„ë°€ êČ°í˜Œì„ 했Ʞ에 íšŒì‚Ź ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì€ 귞녀가 서쀀의 ëč„서띌는 êȃ만 ì•Œêł  있었닀. ‘귞럌 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì„ ê°€ëŠŹí‚€ëŠ” 걎가?’ 하연의 읎혌협의서에 ìž‰íŹë„ 마넎Ʞ 전에 혜êČœì€ HTê·žëŁč에 화렀하êȌ 등임했닀. 나쀑에 귞녀는 한때 하연읎 잀던 ìčšëŒ€ì—ì„œ 잠을 ìžêł  ì„œì€€êłŒ ìž ìžëŠŹë„Œ 가지Ʞ도 할 êČƒìŽë‹€. 읎 생각에 하연은 손읎 ë–šëŠŹêž° 시작했지만 êČ‰ìœŒëĄœëŠ” 닮닮하êȌ 대닔했닀. â€œêł ë§ˆì›Œìš”.” ê·žëŠŹêł  귞녀는 êł§ë°”ëĄœ ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ ì‚ŹëŹŽì‹€ì„ 나갔닀. 제읎슚은 알 수 없는 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ 하연의 뒷ëȘšìŠ”을 바띌뎀닀. â€˜ì•„ìŽêł , 씜 ëč„서님읎 대표님을 ìą‹ì•„í•˜ëŠ” 걎 ë°”ëłŽê°€ 아닌 읎상 ëȘšë‘ê°€ ë‹€ 알 수 있는데, í•Žêł ë˜ì§€ 않는 êȌ 더 읎상하지.’ 귞는 컎퓚터넌 볎며 말했닀. “아, 또 ìžŹë°ŒëŠ” 음읎 생ꞰêČ ë„€.” 대표싀읎 있는 잔에 도착한 하연은 ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„°ì—ì„œ ë‚ŽëŠŹìžë§ˆìž ê”Źë™í›„ë„Œ ë§Œë‚Źë‹€. “씜 ëč„서님, 였셚넀요.” 귞녀의 ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëłž 동후는 틀늌없읎 하연읎 신분슝을 ì°Ÿêž° 위핎 왔닀는 êČƒì„ ì•Œêł  신분슝읎 있는 회의싀을 ê°€ëŠŹìŒ°ë‹€. “ëč„서님 신분슝은 대표님께 드렞얎요. 아직 회의 쀑읎신데, 아직 섞 ëČˆì§ž 회의예요. ꞉하시멎 제가 말씀드늎êčŒìš”?” “아뇚, 귞럎 필요 없얎요.” 하연은 ëŹŽë€ë€í•˜êȌ 말했닀. â€œì—Źêž°ì„œ Ʞ닀늎êČŒìš”.” “넀, 알êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. 컀플 한 잔 ê°–ë‹€ 드멮êčŒìš”?” 동후는 서쀀읎 귞녀넌 í•Žêł í•  생각읎 없닀는 êČƒì„ ì•Œêł  있었닀. 하연은 많은 음을 닮ë‹čí•˜êł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , 쀑요한 í”„ëĄœì íŠžê°€ 많아 귞녀넌 í•Žêł í•˜ë©Ž ë‹č임 적ë‹č한 직원을 ì°Ÿêž°ê°€ 힘듀었Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŽë‹€. 하연을 대하는 귞의 태도는 ì „ëłŽë‹€ í›šì”Ź ë¶€ë“œëŸŹì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. “Kꔭ식 핞드드늜 컀플예요, 배욎지 얌마 안 됐지만요.” “전 정말 êŽœì°źì•„ìš”.” ì„œì€€êłŒ êč”끔하êȌ í—€ì–Žì§€êł  싶었던 하연은 ìŁŒìœ„ ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì—êȌ êłì„ ë‚Žì–ŽìŁŒì§€ 않았닀. 읎 말을 듀은 동후는 ì•„ëŹŽ 말도 하지 ì•Šêł  얎두욎 ì–Œê”ŽëĄœ 회의싀에 듀얎가 서쀀에êȌ 서넘넌 걎넞닀. 하연은 대표싀 앞을 지나가닀 회의싀 ìȘœì„ 힐끗 ìłë‹€ëŽ€ë‹€. ëŹží‹ˆì‚ŹìŽëĄœ ëłŽìž 회의싀 낎부에는 ì—ŹëŸŹ ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 테읎랔을 ì€‘ì‹ŹìœŒëĄœ 앉아 있었닀. 귞녀는 서쀀의 뒷ëȘšìŠ”êłŒ 정임도 ëČ„í‹°ì§€ ëȘ»í•  ì •ë„ëĄœ 넓은 귞의 ì–Žêčšë„Œ 뎀닀. 귞는 양ìȘœì— 있는 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì˜ ëłŽêł ë„Œ ë“Łêł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , ìĄ°êžˆì”© ëłŽìŽëŠ” 서쀀의 얌ꔎ은 찚가웠윌며 한 ëČˆì”© 입술읎 움직였닀. 서쀀은 회의에 ì§‘ì€‘í•˜êł  있었닀. 시선을 돌며 하연은 자신의 손에 듀늰 ìșëŠŹì–Žì™€ ëč„에 흠뻑 젖은 옷을 ë‚Žë €ë‹€ëłŽì•˜ë‹€. 마음 같아서는 회의싀에 ë“€ì–Žê°€êł  싶었지만, 귞걎 ë„ëŠŹê°€ ì•„ë‹ˆëŒêł  생각했닀. 귞녀는 닀시 대표싀을 ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. 불툏ëȘ…한 ìœ ëŠŹì˜€ì§€ë§Œ 얎렎풋읎 í‘č신한 의자에 앉아 있는 ì—Źì„±ì˜ ì‹€ëŁšì—ŁìŽ ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. ê·ž ì—ŹìžëŠ” ëł‘ì›ì—ì„œ 우연히 ë§ˆìŁŒìł€ë˜ 혜êČœìŽ 분ëȘ…했닀. 지ꞈ 듀얎가는 걎 자신의 ë¶€ë„ëŸŹì›€ì„ 더할 ëżìŽì—ˆë‹€. 읎런 생각에 하연은 짐을 잠시 ëłŽêŽ€í•œ 후 í™”ìž„ì‹€ëĄœ 가 ì°ŹëŹŒëĄœ 섞수넌 하며 서쀀에êȌ ì–Žë–»êȌ ëŒë €ë‹ŹëŒêł  할지 생각하며 마음을 진정시쌰닀. “씜 ëč„서님, 왜 읎렇êȌ 늩êȌ 였셚얎요!” 손을 ì”»ìœŒëŸŹ 옚 읞턎 ëč„서가 닀가와 ìžì‚Źë„Œ 걎넞닀. “귞렇êȌ 됐넀.” 하연은 별닀넞 ì„€ëȘ…을 하지 않았닀. 읞턎 ëč„서가 떠난 후 íœŽì§€ëĄœ 얌ꔎ을 닊윌며 자신의 얌ꔎ을 바띌뎀닀. ‘지난 ëČˆì— Dꔭ에서 큰였ëč ê°€ 삎읎 ëč ìĄŒë‹€êł  하Ꞟ래 닀읎얎튞 í•œë‹€êł  했었는데  .’ ‘닀시 ìƒê°í•ŽëłŽë‹ˆ 읎 êČ°í˜Œ ë•ŒëŹžì— 슀튞레슀 받은 거였얎.’ ‘귞래, êČ°êłŒì ìœŒëĄœ 잘한 선택읎알.’ 귞때 갑자Ʞ 화임싀 ëŹžìŽ ì—ŽëŠŹë”ë‹ˆ 우아한 자태의 ì—Źì„±ìŽ 듀얎왔닀. 귞녀의 얌ꔎ은 í•˜ì–—êł  툏ëȘ…했윌며 삎짝 ë¶ˆëŁ©í•œ 배넌 ì œì™ží•˜êł ëŠ” 옚ëȘžì—ì„œ êł ê·€í•šêłŒ 우아핚읎 ëŹŒì”Ź 풍êČŒë‹€. 혜êČœì„ ëłž 하연은 왠지 ëȘšë„ŽêȌ 엎등감읎 생êČŒë‹€. 귞녀는 ìžŹëčšëŠŹ 낚은 ëŹŒêž°ë„Œ ë‹Šêł , ì˜·ë§€ëŹŽìƒˆë„Œ ì •ëŠŹí•œ 후 돌아서서 나가렀 했닀. “잠시만요.” ê·žëŸŹë‚˜ 옆에서 혜êČœì˜ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렞닀. “방ꞈ ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ìŽ 씜 ëč„ì„œë‹˜ìŽëŒêł  부넎던데, 서쀀 씚 ëč„서 ë§žìŁ ?” 가êčŒì›Œì§€ëŠ” ë°œì†ŒëŠŹì— 하연의 ëȘžì€ ê·žëŒ€ëĄœ ê”łì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. 혜êČœì€ 귞녀에êȌ 닀가가 부드럜êȌ ëŻžì†Œë„Œ 지었닀. “서쀀 씚 회의가 êł§ 끝날 êȃ 같은데 컀플 한 잔만 ëŒ€í‘œì‹€ëĄœ 가젞닀 ìŁŒì‹œêČ ì–Žìš”? 현혾 씚가 ëŹŽìŠš 컀플넌 ìą‹ì•„í•˜ëŠ”ì§€ 잘 아시잖아요, ê·žë ‡ìŁ ?” 제8화 저에êȌ ì•„ìŁŒ 쀑요한 ëŹŒê±Žì„ 대표님께서 ê°€ì§€êł  êł„ì‹­ë‹ˆë‹€ 씜하연은 ìŽëŻž ì‚Źì§ì„œë„Œ 냈윌니 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì˜ 말을 듀을 ì˜ëŹŽê°€ 없얎 거절했닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  ëŻŒí˜œêČœì˜ 부탁은 거의 ëȘ…ë č에 가êčŒì› êž°ì— 귞녀의 ì‹Źêž°ë„Œ 불펞하êȌ 만듀었닀. 하지만 하연의 신분슝읎 아직 한서쀀에êȌ 있윌니 ë§ˆì§€ë§‰ìœŒëĄœ ìžĄë‹€í•œ 음을 ë§Ąêž°ëĄœ 했닀. 더불얎 컀플넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒë©Žì„œ 자연슀레 귞에êȌ 말을 걞 수도 있었닀. 하연은 ì‹Źí˜žíĄì„ 한 ë’€ 동의했닀. “알êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€.” “귞럌 부탁할êČŒìš”.” ê·žë ‡êȌ 말한 후 혜êČœì€ 화임싀을 나갔닀. 임신 후 ëȘšì„±ì• ê°€ 귞녀넌 감싞는 순간읎 잠시 있었지만, ì—Źì „ížˆ 혜êČœì—êČŒì„œ 풍êČš 나였는 ìžì‹ ê°êłŒ 화렀핚은 í•˜ì—°êłŒ ëŒ€ìĄ°ì ìŽì—ˆë‹€. êłŒê±° 하연은 부유한 집안의 귞늘 아래 혜êČœëłŽë‹€ 더하멎 더했지 덜하지는 않았닀. 하지만 ëȘ‡ 년읎 흐넞 지ꞈ, 하연은 쎈띌한 신섞였닀. 엄ìȭ난 êČ©ì°šì— 귞녀는 ì œìžëŠŹì— 우뚝 서 있었닀. êčŠì€ 한숚을 ë‚Žì‰Źë©° 감정을 추슀늰 후 ìœ ë‹ˆíŒìœŒëĄœ ê°ˆì•„ìž…êł  화임싀에서 나옚 하연은 탕ëč„ì‹€ëĄœ 가서 컀플넌 만듀었닀. 서쀀은 흑섀탕 3 í‹°ìŠ€í‘ŒêłŒ 우유넌 ë„Łì€ ì•„ë©”ëŠŹìčŽë…žë„Œ ìą‹ì•„í–ˆë‹€. 회의가 끝난 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì€ 하나 둘씩 회의싀을 ëč ì žë‚˜ì™”지만 귞녀는 서쀀을 발êČŹí•˜ì§€ ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. ‘ëČŒìš ëŒ€í‘œì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎간 걎가?’ 하연은 컀플넌 ë“€êł  대표싀 ëŹžì„ 두드렞닀. “듀얎였섞요.” 안에서 듀렀옚 êČƒì€ 서쀀의 찚가욎 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 아닌 ì˜ší™”í•˜êł  ë¶€ë“œëŸŹìšŽ 혜êČœì˜ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹì˜€ë‹€. 하연은 손읎 ë–šë € 하마터멎 컀플넌 쏟을 뻔했닀. ꞎ êł ëŻŒ 끝에 귞녀는 마ìčšë‚Ž 용Ʞ넌 낎얎 대표싀 ëŹžì„ 엎었닀. ëŹžì„ 엎자마자 귞녀는 서쀀의 ëŹŽëŠŽì— 앉아 귞의 ëȘ©ì„ ê»Žì•ˆêł  있는 혜êČœì„ 발êČŹí–ˆë‹€. 얎느정도 예상은 했지만 ê·ž 임멎을 두 ëˆˆìœŒëĄœ 볮니 하연은 진정할 수 ì—†ì—ˆêł  ì‹Źìž„ì€ êł í†”ìœŒëĄœ ë›°êł  있었닀. ëŒ€í‘œì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎옚 하연을 ëłž 혜êČœì€ ìĄ°êžˆ ë‹č황한 ë“Żí–ˆë‹€. â€œì—Źêž°ì— ë‘êł  나가시멎 돌요.” 혜êČœì˜ ë¶€ë“œëŸŹìšŽ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹì— 귞녀는 닀시 ëšžëŠżì†ìŽ ëł”ìžĄí•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 하연은 ìȜìȜ히 êł ê°œë„Œ ë“€ì—ˆêł  ꜀ 가êčŒìšŽ ê±°ëŠŹì—ì„œ 자신을 ë°”ëŒëłŽêł  있는 서쀀의 ëˆˆêłŒ ë§ˆìŁŒìł€ë‹€. 귞의 눈에서 ëżœì–Žì ž 나였는 냉Ʞ가 닚숚에 자신을 삌쌜ëȄ멮 êȃ 같았닀. ê·ž 순간 하연은 ì§ê°ì ìœŒëĄœ 서쀀읎 ìŒë¶€ëŸŹ 귞런 ëȘšìŠ”을 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€ëŠ” êČƒì„ 알았닀. ‘낎가 왜 왔는 지 알멎서 나한테 ê”łìŽ 읎런 ëȘšìŠ”을 ëłŽìŽëŠ” 읎유가 뭐알!’ “씜 ëč„서님?” ìš°ìż ì»€ë‹ˆ 서 있는 하연을 ëłž 혜êČœìŽ 입을 엎었닀. “넀.” 하연은 êł ê°œë„Œ 삎짝 ë„ë•ìŽêł  컀플넌 테읎랔 위에 ì˜Źë € 놓은 후 도망ìč˜ë“Ż 돌아갔지만 당 두 걞음 만에 걞음을 멈췄닀. 뒀에서 듀렀였는 희믾한 ì†ŒëŠŹì— 귞녀의 ëšžëŠŹì†ì—” 뒀엉쌜 있는 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì˜ ëȘšìŠ”ëżìŽì—ˆë‹€. 하연은 ë‹€ëŠŹì— 힘읎 풀렀 ìŁŒì €ì•‰ì„ êȃ 같았닀. 하지만 í•„ì‚Źì ìœŒëĄœ ëČ„í…Œë‹€. ê·žëŸŹë‚˜ 혜êČœì€ ìžì‹ êłŒ 서쀀, 둘만의 시간을 방핎하는 귞녀의 ìĄŽìžŹê°€ ê±°ìŠŹë žë‹€. “씜 ëč„서님, 또 닀넞 용걎 있윌섞요?” “귞  .” 하연은 끝낮 용Ʞ넌 낎얎 닀시 한ëȈ 뒀넌 돌아 말했닀. “저에êȌ ì•„ìŁŒ 쀑요한 ëŹŒê±Žì„ 대표님께서 ê°€ì§€êł  êł„ì‹­ë‹ˆë‹€. 대표님, ëŒë €ìŁŒì„žìš”.” 200ì œêł±ëŻží„°ì— 달하는 대표싀의 분위Ʞ는 순식간에 얌얎붙었닀. 책상 위에는 서넘가 ì‚°ë”ëŻžìČ˜ëŸŒ ìŒ“ì—Ź ìžˆêł , 흰 셔잠넌 ìž…êł  ê°€ìŁœ 의자에 앉아 있는 서쀀은 소늄 끌ìč˜ëŠ” 표정을 ì§“êł  있었닀. “아? ëŹŒê±ŽìŽìš”?” 읎 말을 듀은 혜êČœì€ í˜žêž°ì‹ŹìŽ 발동했는지 서쀀을 더 ꜉ 껎안윌며 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “서쀀 씚, 왜 ëč„서 ëŹŒê±Žì„ 숚Ʞ는 거알?” “아, ëł„ê±° 아니알.” 서쀀은 혜êČœì˜ 얇은 팔을 ìžĄì•„ë‹čêČŒêł , 하연의 눈 앞에서 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì˜ ëȘžì„ 더 밀착시쌰닀. 하연은 입술을 질끈 êčšëŹŒêł  ì•„ëŹŽ 말도 하지 않았지만 í”ŒëˆˆëŹŒìŽ 나는 Ʞ분읎었닀. 낹 볎닀 ëȘ»í•œ 서쀀은 귞녀넌 ë°”ëŒëłŽë©° 말했닀. “나가뎐.” ê·ž 말은 ê°•ë Źí•˜êł ë„ 가í˜č했닀. 귞런 서쀀의 ëȘšìŠ”은 귞녀에êȌ 신분슝을 쉜êȌ 돌렀쀄 생각읎 없얎 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. “제 신분슝읎에요.” 혜êČœìŽ 있는 틈을 타 귞녀는 ë‹šë„ì§ìž…ì ìœŒëĄœ 말핮 읎 음을 핮êČ°í•˜êł  êč”끔하êȌ ë– ë‚˜êł  싶었을 뿐 잠시도 ì—Źêž°ì— ëšžëŹŒêł  싶지 않았닀. “전 ìŽëŻž HTê·žëŁč에서 퇎직했는데 대표님께서 왜 제 신분슝을 가젞 가셚는지 ëȘšë„ŽêČ ì–Žìš”? 대표님읎 저에êȌ 닀넞 감정읎띌도 ê°€ì§€êł  êł„ì‹  걎 아닌지 ì˜ì‹ŹìŠ€ëŸœìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. HTê·žëŁč에는 음 잘하는 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ ì°šêł  넘ìč˜ìž–ì•„ìš”. 저 같은 ëč„서에êȌ 귞런 ëč„엎한 ë°©ëČ•ì€ ì‚Źìš©í•˜ì§€ 않윌셚윌멎 ìą‹êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€.” 제9화 ëȘšë‘ê°€ ë‹€ 볮는 앞에서 유니폌을 ëČ—ë‹€ 대표싀은 ì‚Žì–ŒìŒìž„êłŒ 같았닀. 늘 한서쀀을 ìĄ°ì‹ŹìŠ€ëŸœêȌ 대하던 씜하연읎 ê°•ì••ì ìŽêł  찚가욎 태도넌 ëłŽìž êČƒì€ 읎ëČˆìŽ ìČ˜ìŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. 귞녀의 말에 서쀀의 얌ꔎ읎 ꞈ섞 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. “정말읎알, 서쀀 씚?” 혜êČœìŽ 닀가옚 순간, 서쀀은 귞녀가 눈ìč˜ì±„ì§€ ëȘ»í•˜êȌ ëŻžê°„ì„ 찌푞렞닀. “정말읎êČ ì–Ž?” 귞는 서늘한 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ 말했닀. “저 ì—Źìž 말대로 HTê·žëŁč에 음 잘 하는 ì‚ŹëžŒì€ ì°šêł  ë„˜ìł€ì–Ž. 저런 음개 ëč„서의 신분슝은 원하지도, 필요하지도 않아.” â€œí‡Žì‚Źí•˜êž° 전에 ìžìˆ˜ìžêł„ëŠ” 똑바로 핎알지. ìž…ì‚Źí•  때 지꞉한 유니폌을 ìž…êł  ìžìˆ˜ìžêł„ë„ 없읎 떠나는 걎 HTê·žëŁč 규ìč™ì— 얎Ꞌ나니êčŒ.” 귞제알 하연은 자신의 신분슝을 읎용핎 HTê·žëŁčìœŒëĄœ ë¶ˆëŸŹë“€ìž 서쀀의 의도넌 알아찚렞닀. ìŽêłłì— 낚거나 ì•„ëŹŽêȃ도 없읎 떠나거나. 서쀀은 읎런 ë°©ëČ•ì„ ì‚Źìš©í•Ž 귞녀넌 í•­ëł”í•˜ë„ëĄ í•˜ë €êł  했윌며 하연읎 항볔할 êČƒìŽëŒ 확신했닀. ê·ž 순간, 하연에êȌ 낚아 있던 마지막 ìžìĄŽì‹ŹêčŒì§€ ëȘšìĄ°ëŠŹ 짓밟혔닀. “아, 귞런 거알? 귞런 거멎 씜 ëč„서가 잘ëȘ»í–ˆë„€.” “순간 씜 ëč„서랑 서쀀 씚 ì‚ŹìŽì— 뭔가 있는 쀄 알았잖아.” 혜êČœìŽ 서쀀의 품을 더 íŒŒêł ë“œëŠ” êČƒì„ ëłž 하연은 믞ìčœë“ŻìŽ 떹멬는 마음을 ì–”ëˆ„ë„Žêł  êČ€ì€ìƒ‰ 유니폌 자쌓을 ëČ—êł  셔잠넌 하나씩 풀었닀. “ëČ—ì„êČŒìš”.” 간êČ°í•˜êł  확싀한 ë„€ Ꞁ자. ‘서쀀 씚 말읎 맞아. 끝낌 거멎 확싀하êȌ 끝낎알지.’ 귞녀의 ê°‘ìž‘ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ 행동에 대표싀은 삜시간에 êł ìš”í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 혜êČœì€ ëŻżì„ 수 없닀는 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ 귞녀넌 바띌뎀닀. ìŽëŻž êł ê°œë„Œ 숙읞 서쀀의 ìš•ì •ìœŒëĄœ ì–ŒëŁ©ì§„ 서늘한 눈ëč›ìŽ 얌얎붙었닀. 귞는 씜귌 하연읎 ìŽì „êłŒ 확연히 닀넎닀는 êČƒì„ 분ëȘ…하êȌ 느ꌈ닀. 읎 느낌은 귞녀가 자신의 ìĄ±ì‡„ì—ì„œ 완전히 ëČ—ì–Žë‚œ êȃìČ˜ëŸŒ 말로는 ì„€ëȘ…하Ʞ 얎렀욎 감정읎었닀. 서쀀은 완전히 톔제렄을 잃었닀. 아니멎 3년읎띌는 êČ°í˜Œ 생활동안 귞녀넌 ì •ë§ëĄœ 읎핎하지 ëȘ»í•œ 걎 아닐êčŒ? 대표싀의 ì†ŒëŹžìŽ ëč ë„ŽêȌ 퍌지자 많은 직원듀읎 돞 앞에서 Ʞ웃거렞닀. ì•„ëŹŽë„ 항상 ì˜ší™”í•˜êł  ìčœì ˆí–ˆë˜ 하연에êȌ 귞런 ê±°ìčœ ë©ŽìŽ 있을 거띌 생각하지 ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. 셔잠넌 ëČ—ì€ 하연은 하얀 나시만 ìž…êł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , 귞녀의 아늄닀욎 ëȘžë§€ê°€ ë“œëŸŹë‚Źë‹€. 귞녀의 ëȘžë§€ê°€ ë“œëŸŹë‚˜ìž 밖에 있던 ë™ëŁŒë“€ì€ 입을 ë‹€ëŹŒì§€ ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. “정말 ëČ—ì„ 쀄은 ëȘ°ëžì–Žìš”, 귌데 씜 ëč„서님 ëȘžë§€ 진짜 예쁘넀요  .” “아니, ìš°ëŠŹ 유니폌읎 읎렇êȌ 펑퍌짐한데 누가 씜 ëč„서님 ëȘžë§€ê°€ 저렇êȌ ìą‹ì„ì§€ 알았êČ ì–Žìš”?” ê”Źë™í›„ì˜ 댈 때멬는 말로 귞듀의 수닀가 멈췄닀. â€œì•„ìŁŒ 한가하지? 음 안 핮? 전부 월꞉에서 êčŽìŒ 쀄 알아!” ëȘšì—Ź 있던 직원듀은 ì„œëĄœì˜ 눈ìč˜ë„Œ 볎닀 슉시 각자의 ìžëŠŹëĄœ 돌아갔닀. 귞제알 동후는 삎짝 엎늰 ì°œëŹž í‹ˆìœŒëĄœ 안을 ë“€ì—Źë‹€ëłŽì•˜êł  읎핎가 안 되는 부분읎 마음속에서 충돌했닀. ‘대표님읎 ìŽëŻž í‡Žì‚Źí•œ 음개 ëč„서 ë•ŒëŹžì— 음을 읎렇êȌ ì–Žë ”êȌ 만드는 걎 ìČ˜ìŒ 뎐, 도대ìČŽ ëŹŽìŠš 음읎 있었던 거알?’ 대표싀 안에서 나시 하나만 ìž…êł  있던 하연은 ê°‘ìž‘ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ ì°Ź êł”êž°ì— 움찔했닀. 귞녀는 추위넌 êȬ딘 후 간신히 êł ê°œë„Œ 듀었닀. “대표님, 읎제 제 신분슝 ìą€ ìŁŒì‹€ëž˜ìš”?” 하연은 ê·žê°€ 또 닀넞 읎유넌 대며 거절할êčŒ ëŽ 걱정하며 말했닀. “말씀하신 ìžìˆ˜ìžêł„ëŠ” 제가 ìžëŠŹë„Œ ìžĄì€ 후 ê”Ź 싀임님께 ìŽë©”ìŒëĄœ 볮낮êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. 대표님 마음에 듀지 않윌멎 지난 달 월꞉은 안 ìŁŒì…”ë„ 됩니닀.” 읎는 ì„œì€€êłŒì˜ êŽ€êł„ë„Œ 완전히 끊êȠ닀는 뜻읎었닀. 서쀀의 êČ€ì€ 눈동자는 ì„œëŠ˜í•ŽìĄŒêł , í™•êł í•œ 하연의 ëȘšìŠ”에 알 수 없는 감정읎 가슎 êčŠì€ êłłì—ì„œë¶€í„° 휘ëȘ°ì•„ìč˜êł  있었닀. 제10화 였ëč ì˜ 마쀑 “서쀀 씚?” ëŻŒí˜œêČœì€ 한 êł”ê°„ì— 같읎 있는 읎 두 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ ì–Žë–€ êŽ€êł„ìžì§€ ëȘšë„ž 채 ê·žì € 씜하연읎 눈에 ê±°ìŠŹëŠŹêž°ë§Œ 했닀. “서쀀 씚, 얌넞 ìŁŒêł  볮낮! 였늘 ìš°ëŠŹ 부ëȘšë‹˜ìŽ 낎가 ë‹č신 ë°ëŠŹêł  였는 쀄 ì•Œêł  êž°ë‹€ëŠŹêł  있얎, 였랫동안 ëȘ» ë§Œë‚Źìž–ì•„, ìš°ëŠŹ 부ëȘšë‹˜ìŽ 서쀀 씚 ëłŽêł  싶대.” ë¶€ë“œëŸŹìšŽ 귞녀의 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹì— 한서쀀은 정신을 ì°šë žë‹€. 한씚 ê°€ëŹžì€ ëŻŒì”š ê°€ëŹžì— 가책을 ëŠëŒêł  있얎 귞는 ëŻŒì”š 저택에 ë°©ëŹží–ˆì–Žì•Œ 했닀. 하지만 읎 말에도 하연의 얌ꔎ은 서쀀에 대한 ëȘšë“  êČƒë“€ìŽ 더 읎상 귞녀와 ì•„ëŹŽ 상ꎀ읎 없는 êȃìČ˜ëŸŒ 평옚했닀. 서쀀은 ë‹”ë‹”í•˜êł  ëł”ìžĄí–ˆë‹€. “저Ʞ 있얎.” 하연은 ê·žê°€ í„±ìœŒëĄœ ê°€ëŠŹí‚š ìȘœì„ 바띌뎀닀. ê·žêłłì—” 신분슝읎 정수Ʞ 밑에 ì•„ëŹŽë ‡êȌ나 ë„ëžŒëŸŹì§„ 채 마ìč˜ ê·žë…€ìČ˜ëŸŒ ëČ„ëŠŒë°›ì€ êȃìČ˜ëŸŒ ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. “넀.” 하연은 씁쓞한 마음을 ì–”ëˆ„ë„Žêł  신분슝을 ìŁŒì›Œë“€ì€ ë’€ 뒀도 ëŒì•„ëłŽì§€ ì•Šêł  돌아서서 대표싀을 떠낏닀. ê·ž 뒀에는 날ìčŽëĄ­êł  찚가욎 시선읎 귞녀넌 따띌닀니는 êȃ 같았닀. 대표싀 ëŹžì„ ì—Žêł  나가는 순간 ì‚ŹëŹŽì‹€ 직원듀의 시선읎 음제히 쏠렞닀. ê·žì € í„ëŻžëĄ­êȌ 볮는 ì‚ŹëžŒë„ ìžˆêł  동정하는 ì‚ŹëžŒë„ 있었지만 귞듀의 시선에는 ê°€ì‹­ê±°ëŠŹëŒëŠ” ë°°êČœìŽ êč”ë € 있었닀. 더ꔰ닀나 íšŒì‚Źì—ì„  하연읎 서쀀을 êŒŹì…”ì„œ 귞에êȌ 쫓êȚ낏닀는 ì†ŒëŹžë„ 돌았닀. 귞녀는 ëČ•ì ìœŒëĄœ 서쀀의 부읞읎었지만, ë‚Žì—°ë…€ëĄœ ìč˜ë¶€ëë‹€. 하연은 눈시욞읎 ë¶‰ì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. ëˆˆëŹŒì„ ì°žêž° 위핎 애쓰며 1ìž” 로ëč„에 도착했을 때 뒀에서 닀가였는 발자ꔭ ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렞닀. “씜 ëč„서님, 밖에 ëč„ ì™€ìš”. 추우시멎 제 êČ‰ì˜· 드멮êČŒìš”.” 우산을 가젞닀쀀 ì‚ŹëžŒì€ 닀늄아닌 ê”Źë™í›„ì˜€ë‹€. ‘맀정한 HTê·žëŁč에도 따뜻한 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 있ꞎ í•˜ê”Źë‚˜.’ êČ‰ì˜·ì„ ëČ—ìœŒë €ëŠ” 동후넌 ëłž 하연은 귞넌 말늏며 씁쓞핚을 ëȘ©ì— 삌쌰닀. “아니에요, êł ë§ˆì›Œìš” ê”Ź 싀임님. 읎제 만날 음도 없êČ ë„€ìš”.” 귞녀의 씁쓞한 표정을 ëłž 동후는 입을 움직였지만 한동안 ëŹŽìŠš 말을 핎알 할지 ëȘ°ëžë‹€. ê·žê°€ ëšžë­‡ê±°ëŠŹëŠ” ì‚ŹìŽ 하연은 ëŻžë šì—†ìŽ ìžëŠŹë„Œ 떠나 ëč— ì†ìœŒëĄœ 뛰얎듀었닀. 읎럎 때는 폭풍우만읎 êżˆì—ì„œ êčšì–Žë‚  수 있는 유음한 ë°©ëČ•ìŽì—ˆë‹€. êł”í•­ìœŒëĄœ 햄하는 택시에 앉아 ì°œë°–ìœŒëĄœ 쏟아지는 ëč—쀄Ʞ넌 ë°”ëŒëłŽë˜ 하연은 ëȘ‡ 년 동안 삎았던 도시가 눈에 듀얎와 ì°žì§€ ëȘ»í•˜êł  전화넌 걞었닀. 전화가 연êČ°ë˜ìžë§ˆìž 지ìčœ ê·žë…€ëŠ” 젖 ëšč던 힘을 닀핎 말했닀. “였ëč â€Šâ€Š.” 귞녀는 상대에êȌ ëȘ‡ 마디 말을 한 ë’€ 전화넌 끊었닀. 8시간 후, 전용Ʞ가 B시 êł”í•­ì— 착넙했닀. 하연은 킀가 íŹêł  êČ€ì€ 옷을 입은 한 낚자의 품에 안êČŒë‹€. 뒀에 있던 êČœí˜žì›ìŽ 귞녀의 ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëŒêł  두 ì‚ŹëžŒì„ 전용Ʞ에 태웠닀. 

 늊은 ë°€, êČ€ì€ìƒ‰ ëȀ틀늏 한 대가 ìȜìȜ히 한씚 êł íƒìœŒëĄœ 듀얎섰닀. ë’·ìąŒì„ì— 앉아 있던 서쀀은 êł ê°œë„Œ 듀얎 ëŹŽì„±í•œ ꎀëȘ© 아래 êł ìž” 저택을 바띌뎀닀. 평소 늘 불읎 쌜젞 있던 ìčšì‹€ë„ ì–Žë‘Ąêž°ë§Œ 했닀. ‘진짜 ê°”ê”Źë‚˜.’ 혜êČœì€ 서늘한 서쀀의 Ʞ욎을 ëŠêŒˆêł , ì‹ì‚Ź ìžëŠŹì—ì„œ 귞녀의 아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ 한 말 ë•ŒëŹžì— 화난 êȌ 분ëȘ…í•˜ë‹€êł  생각했닀. “서쀀 씚, ë°„ ëšč을 때 ìš°ëŠŹ 얞니랑 서쀀 씚 ì‚ŹìŽì— 음얎난 ìŒëĄœ Ʞ분읎 상했닀는 ê±° 알아. êČ°í˜Œì€ 서두넎지 않아도 돌, ìš°ëŠŹ 아ëč ëŠ” 신êČœ 쓰지 마. ìš°ëŠŹ 아ëč ëŠ” 낎가 혌전임신읎띌 ìžŹìŽ‰í•˜ëŠ” êČƒëżìŽì•Œâ€Šâ€Š.” 혜êČœì˜ 말에 서쀀은 생각을 ë’€ëĄœ ëŻžë€„ë‘êł , 귞녀가 ìžĄì€ 자신의 소맀 끝을 볎며 말했닀. â€œê”ŹêČšìĄŒë„€.” 혜êČœì€ 귞의 말에 ëŹŽì˜ì‹ì ìœŒëĄœ 손을 뗐닀. ê·ž 후 서쀀은 ëŹžì„ ì—Žêł  찚에서 ë‚Žë žêł , 혜êČœì€ 쓞쓞히 떠나는 귞의 뒷ëȘšìŠ”을 멍하니 바띌뎀닀. ‘였늘 대표싀에서 자Ʞ 닀늏 위에 앉혔윌멎서 ì–Žë–»êȌ 하룹도 안 ì§€ë‚ŹëŠ”ë° 딮 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 된 거알?’ 하지만 귞녀는 생각은 잠시 ëŻžë€„ë‘êł  서쀀의 뒀넌 따띌 찚에서 낎렞닀. 제11화 ì°žê°€ 자êČ©ìŽ 박탈ë‹č하닀 êł íƒì—ì„œ 한찞을 Ʞ닀늰 가정부는 돌아옚 한서쀀의 ì™žíˆŹë„Œ ë°›ì•„ë“€ì—ˆêł , 서쀀의 뒀에 있는 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì„ ëłŽêł  잠시 ë©í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. “혜êČœ 아가씚, 방은 쀀ëč„핎 뒀슔니닀. 읎ìȘœ ëł”ë„ë„Œ 따띌 ì˜ŹëŒê°€ì‹œë©Ž 됩니닀.” 서쀀을 따띌 êł„ë‹šìœŒëĄœ 햄하던 혜êČœì€ 멈춰 서서 ëŻżì„ 수 없닀는 ë“ŻìŽ ìłë‹€ëŽ€ë‹€. “서쀀 씚, ìš°ëŠŹ 같읎 자는 ê±° 아니에요?” 귞녀가 êł íƒìœŒëĄœ 듀얎였는 걞 동의한 서쀀은 êČ°í˜Œë„ ì•”ëŹ”ì ìœŒëĄœ 동의한 êČ©ìŽì—ˆë‹€. 핚께 ì‚ŹëŠ” 걎 ë‹č연한 음읎었닀. 귞녀의 말에 서쀀은 ëŻžê°„ì„ 찌푞렞닀. “귞  .” 혜êČœì€ 더 읎상 얎떠한 말도 감히 하지 ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. 낚아있던 하연의 흔적읎 ì‚ŹëŒì§ˆêčŒ ëŽ 귞는 가정부에êȌ 닀넞 방을 쀀ëč„í•ŽëŒêł  지시했었닀. “난 아직 할 음읎 낚았윌니êčŒ ëšŒì € ìžëŸŹ 가.” 서쀀은 ëŹŽêŽ€ì‹Źí•œ ì–ŽíˆŹëĄœ 혜êČœì„ ë°”ëŒëłŽë©° 눈ëč›ì„ ëłŽëƒˆë‹€. “하지만  .” ì˜ˆìƒëŒ€ëĄœ 혜êČœì€ ì—Źì „ížˆ ë‹Źê°‘ì§€ 않은 추궁을 핮 ì™”êł , 서쀀의 지시넌 받은 배현숙읎 귞녀넌 막았닀. “혜êČœ 아가씚, 절 따띌였섞요.” êł íƒì˜ ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„° ëŹžìŽ 닫히며 ì°šê°‘êž° 짝읎 없는 서쀀의 얌ꔎ읎 ê°€ë €ìĄŒë‹€. 혜êČœì€ 마음속의 불만을 얔눌렀닀. ‘귀ꔭ한 후로 서쀀 씚의 행동읎 너묮 ë‹ŹëŒìĄŒì–Ž.’ 가êčêł ë„ 뚌 귞의 마음을 도저히 알 수 없었닀. ì„œìžŹëĄœ 돌아옚 서쀀은 샀워넌 í•˜êł  ëȘ©ìš•가욎을 입은 ë’€ 손에 든 ëŹžì„œë„Œ 훑얎뎀지만 정신은 딮 데로 가 있었닀. 예전 같윌멎 하연읎 ì„œìžŹì— 따뜻한 수프넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒêł  ìčšì‹€ëĄœ 가 귞넌 Ʞ닀렞을 êČƒìŽë‹€. 때로는 ì„œìžŹì—ì„œ 밀을 지새우Ʞ도 í•˜êł , 때로는 ìčšì‹€ëĄœ 돌아와 귞녀는 소파에서, 서쀀은 ìčšëŒ€ì—ì„œ 자Ʞ도 했지만 귞녀는 하룹도 ëč ì§ì—†ìŽ 수프넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ì€Źë‹€. 하지만 였늘은 ì•„ëŹŽëŠŹ Ʞ닀렀도 수프넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒëŠ” ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 없었닀. 읎런 귞녀의 흔적에 서쀀은 ꎜ히 짜슝읎 낏닀. 읎때 전화가 ìšžë žë‹€. 화멎에 뜬 â€˜ê”Ź 싀임’읎띌는 Ꞁ자넌 ëłŽêł  서쀀은 왠지 ëȘšë„ŽêȌ 느낌읎 ìą‹ì§€ 않아 ëŻžê°„ì„ 찌푞렞닀. [대표님, 방ꞈ Dê”­ ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회 닮ë‹č자에êȌ 연띜읎 왔는데 HTê·žëŁč읎 êž°ë¶€êžˆì•Ą 적닀는 ìŽìœ ëĄœ ì°žê°€ 자êČ©ì„ 박탈ë‹čí–ˆë‹€êł  합니닀.] 서쀀의 얌ꔎ은 ꞈ섞 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. 원래 읎 ëȘšë“  êČƒì€ 하연읎 닮ë‹č했지만 귞녀가 떠난 읎상 ëȘšë“  걎 동후의 ëȘ«ìŽ 되었닀. â€œêž°ë¶€êžˆì•Ą ì ë‹€êł ? 박람회 ì°žê°€ 자êČ©ì€ 각 ê·žëŁč읎 ì ì‹­ìžì‚Źì— Ʞ부한 êžˆì•Ąì„ êž°ì€€ìœŒëĄœ êČ°ì •í•˜ëŠ” ê±° 아니알? HTê·žëŁč은 작년에 ìŽëŻž 600ì–” 원을 Ʞ부했얎, 귌데 ì ë‹€êł ?” 대표의 Ʞ분읎 ì‹Źìƒìč˜ ì•Šë‹€ëŠ” êČƒì„ 느낀 동후는 등에 식은땀읎 흘렀닀. [저도 읎핎가 되지 않아 읎 ëŹžì œì— 대핮 ì•Œì•„ëłŽë €êł  씜 ëč„서님께 연띜드렞지만, ì‚Źìš©í•  수 없는 ëČˆí˜žëŒêł â€Šâ€Š.] “

.” 동후는 닀음 말을 êł„ì† 읎얎 나갈 수 없었닀. êł§ ì„œìžŹëŠ” 정적에 íœ©ì‹žì˜€êł  서쀀은 읞상을 지윌며 였늘 대표싀에서 유니폌을 ëȗ던 하연의 ëȘšìŠ”을 ë– ì˜Źë žë‹€. 귞는 알 수 없는 감정에 가슎읎 휘ëȘ°ì•„ìł€ë‹€. 귞의 Ʞ얔읎 맞닀멎, 하연은 ì‹œêłšì—ì„œ 태얎나 수도권 대학에 입학했닀. 귞녀는 ë…žë „ 끝에 옷가êČŒë„Œ 엎었지만 ì„œì€€êłŒ êČ°í˜Œí•œ 후 얌마 되지 않아 ëŹžì„ 닫았닀. ê·žë ‡êȌ 하연은 한씚 집안에서 ì •êž°ì ìœŒëĄœ ìŁŒëŠ” 용돈을 ì œì™ží•˜êł ëŠ” 추가 수입읎 없었닀. ‘돈도 없는 ì—Źìžê°€ ì–Žë””ëĄœ 갔을êčŒ?’ “우선 ì‹œêłšëĄœ 가 뎐.” 귞는 하연읎 알렀쀀 êł í–„ ìŁŒì†Œë„Œ 아직도 êž°ì–”í•˜êł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , 귞녀넌 찟을 수 ìžˆë‹€êł  확신했닀. â€œê·žëŠŹêł  Dê”­ ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회 닮ë‹č자에êȌ 전화핎. 쎝책임자랑 얘Ʞ넌 핮 뎐알 êČ ì–Ž.” 전화넌 끊은 서쀀은 휎대폰을 ì§‘ì–Ž ë˜ìĄŒêł , 귞의 얌ꔎ은 점점 더 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. 제12화 Dꔭ의 ë‹€ì„Ż 였ëč ë“€ 유럜풍 ê±ŽëŹŒì˜ í˜ží™”ëĄœìšŽ ìŠ€ìœ„íŠžëŁž, 씜하연은 읔숙한 듯 Ʞ지개넌 íŽŽêł  ìŒì–Žë‚Źë‹€. ë°© ê”ŹìĄ°ë‚˜ ê°€ê”Źë“€ì€ 귞녀가 ë– ë‚Źì„ 때와 닀늄없었닀. 하연의 ëšžëŠŹë§Ąì—ëŠ” 따뜻한 ì°šê°€ ë†“ì—Ź ìžˆì—ˆêł , ìčšëŒ€ 위에는 섞렚된 옷듀읎 ì—ŹëŸŹ ëȌ ë†“ì—Ź 있었닀. 윔 끝읎 시큰거렞닀. B시에서는 êżˆë„ ꟞지 ëȘ»í•  대우였닀. “할아ëČ„ì§€ëŠ” ëč„행Ʞ 추띜 ì‚Źêł  소식을 ë“€ìœŒì‹œêł  넀가 전화넌 안 받아서 ì‹Źì •ì§€ê°€ 였셚얎, 아직도 ëł‘ìƒì— ëˆ„ì›Œêł„ì…”.” 뒀에서 ë°œì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 가êčŒì›Œì§€ë”니 êČ€ì€ 옷을 입은 큰 킀의 낚자가 ìčŽëŠŹìŠ€ë§ˆì™€ 아우띌넌 풍Ʞ며 귞녀의 ìčšì‹€ì— ë‚˜íƒ€ë‚Źë‹€. 귞는 Bì‹œëĄœ 하연을 데멬러 옚 였ëč  ì”œí•˜ëŻŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. í•˜ëŻŒì€ í˜„ìžŹ 씜씚 ê°€ëŹžì˜ êČœì˜ì„ ìŽëŒêł  ìžˆêł  항상 옚화핚을 유지하며 한 ëȈ도 화넌 낾 적읎 없닀. 할아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ íŽžì°źìœŒì‹œë‹€ëŠ” 소식에 하연은 덜컄 êČìŽ 나 ìšžëšč였닀. “였ëč , 많읎 위쀑하신 거알  ?” â€œì‹Źê°í•œ 정도는 아니알, 넌 ë„€ ëȘžìŽë‚˜ 챙êČš.” í•˜ëŻŒì€ 하연의 손을 ìžĄì•„ë‹čêž°ë©° 나가렀는 귞녀넌 막았닀. “지ꞈ ë„€ ꌎ을 뎐, 읎êȌ ì‚ŹëžŒ 얌ꔎ읎알? 예전에 한 앜속 잊었얎?” 읎 말을 듀은 하연은 발걞음을 멈췄닀. ë‹č연히 잊지 않았닀. 귞녀는 할아ëČ„ì§€ì—êȌ 한서쀀읎 자신을 ì‚Źëž‘í•˜ì§€ ì•Šêł  나아가 읎혌êčŒì§€ 하êȌ 된닀멎 영원히 씜씚 ê°€ëŹžì— 낚아 가업을 돕êČ ë‹€êł  앜속했닀. ì‹Źì§€ì–Ž 하연은 씜씚 ê°€ëŹžì˜ ì‚Źì—…ì„ 확임하Ʞ 위핎 4대 ê°€ëŹž 쀑 하나읞 나씚 ê°€ëŹžêłŒ êČ°í˜Œí•˜êȠ닀는 제안을 순순히 ë°›ì•„ë“€ìŽêž°ëĄœ 했닀. ‘였ëč ê°€ 갑자Ʞ 읎런 말을 하는 걞 볎멎, ëČŒìš ì‚ŹëžŒì„ ì°Ÿì•„ 놓은 거알?’ ‘나씚 ê°€ëŹžì˜ 아듀은 ì•Œì•„ìŁŒëŠ” ë°”ëžŒë‘„ìŽëŒêł  하던데

.’ “귌데 였ëč  ë‚œ 읎혌한지도 얌마 안 ëêł , 아직 ìžŹí˜Œí•  생각읎 없얎  .” 귞녀는 거의 ëčŒë‹€ì‹œí”Œ 말했닀. 순간 í•˜ëŻŒì€ 표정을 풀더니 ì „ëłŽë‹€ í›šì”Ź ë¶€ë“œëŸŹì›Œì§„ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 말했닀. ë‹č연히 êČìŁŒë €êł  한 말읎었닀. “넌 씜씚 집안 딞읎알. ìš°ëŠŹ ê°€ëŹžì€ 자식을 팔멎서êčŒì§€ 집안을 킀우진 않아 하지만, 할아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ 완ìč˜í•˜ì‹€ 때êčŒì§€ëŠ” 낮 옆에서 였넞팔 역할을 똑똑히 핮.” 읎 말의 ì˜ëŻžëŠ” Dꔭ에 있는 í•˜ëŻŒì˜ DSê·žëŁč에 듀얎였띌는 말읎었닀. 하연의 ê°€ìĄ±ë“€ì€ 귞녀가 상욎대 êž€ëĄœëȌëč„지니슀학부에 듀얎갈 때부터 읎 음을 엌두에 ë‘êł  있었닀. 하지만 하연읎 자신의 êżˆì„ ìŽëŁšêž° 위핎 디자읎너 뾌랜드 숍을 ì—Žêł  서쀀에êȌ ìČ«ëˆˆì— 반할 쀄은 누가 상상읎띌도 했을êčŒ? ‘였ëč ëž‘ 할아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ 많읎 속상핎하싀 거알.’ çź€ä»‹ïŒšç»“ć©šäž‰ćčŽïŒŒé»Žæ­ŒèżžéœéłćŸŽçš„æ‰‹æŒ‡éƒœæČĄçą°ćˆ°ïŒŒæ›Žćˆ«æèŻžäž‹äž€ć„żćŠć„łă€‚ 目戰侀ćœșç©ș隟ć„č䜜äžșćčžć­˜è€…ïŒŒćŽćœšćŒ»é™ąé‡Œæ’žè§äș†éœéłćŸŽé™Șćˆ«çš„ć„łäșșずäș§æŁ€ă€‚ ć„迉çŸ„道ć„č从æœȘè”°èż›èż‡èż™äžȘ男äșșçš„ćżƒæˆżă€‚ ć†łćźšæ”Ÿæ‰‹çš„é‚Łäž€ćˆ»ïŒŒć„čæ‘‡èș«äž€ć˜ç«Ÿç„¶æˆäș†ć…šçƒéŠ–ćŻŒçš„ć€–ć­™ć„łă€‚ æ—ąç„¶éœć€Șć€Ș恚侍äș†ïŒŒé‚Łć°±ćšéœæ°çš„æ­»ćŻčć€ŽïŒŒèź©ä»–ć†äčŸé«˜æ”€äžäžŠïŒ <
Bì‹œëĄœ 햄하던 ì—Źê°êž°ê°€ ì°©ë„™ 쀑 ê°‘ìž‘ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ ì‚Źêł ê°€ ë‚ŹìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. ìŽëĄœ 읞핎 í˜„ìžŹ ì‚Źë§ìžìˆ˜ê°€ 136ëȘ…을 넘얎섰윌며 ìƒìĄŽìžëŠ” 3ëȘ…에 ë¶ˆêłŒí•œ 상황입니닀.> ëł‘ì› 로ëč„의 대형 ìŠ€íŹëŠ°ì—ëŠ” 읎ëȈ í•­êł”êž° ì‚Źêł ê°€ ì‹€ì‹œê°„ìœŒëĄœ ëłŽë„ë˜êł  있었닀. 씜하연은 섞 ëȘ…ëżìž ìƒìĄŽìž 쀑의 하나로 두 ë‹€ëŠŹì— 붕대넌 감은 채 쀑환자싀 ëł‘ìƒ 위에 누워 있었닀. 귞때, 손에 듀늰 핞드폰에서 ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. “지ꞈ êł ê°ë‹˜ê»˜ì„œ 전화넌 받을 수 없슔니닀. 닀음에 닀시 ê±žì–ŽìŁŒì„žìš”.” ì‚Źêł ê°€ 나던 ê·ž 순간부터 지ꞈêčŒì§€, 낹펾 한서쀀은 전화넌 받지 않았닀. 섀마 ê·žê°€ 옚 나띌넌 떠듀썩하êȌ 한 ì—Źê°êž° ì‚Źêł ë„Œ ëȘšë„Œ 음은 없었닀. ì‚Źêł  ë‹č시, 현임에는 ìŠč객듀의 시신읎 ì—Źêž°ì €êž° ì•„ëŹŽë ‡êȌ나 널렀 있었닀. 귞녀는 ì‚Źêł ì˜ ì¶©êČ©êłŒ ìŁœìŒì˜ êł”íŹëĄœ 숚도 ì œëŒ€ëĄœ 쉎 수 없었닀. êČ°í˜Œí•œ 지 3년읎나 되었지만 낚펞은 귞녀가 가임 í•„ìš”ëĄœ 하는 순간 연띜읎 되지 않았닀. 하연은 마음 한 쌠읎 시렀 였는 êČƒì„ 느ꌈ닀. 귞때, 휮대폰 ëČš ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. 한찞읎나 멍하êȌ 있던 귞녀는 정신을 ì°šëŠŹêł  발신자넌 확읞했닀. 할뚞니였닀. 하연의 얌ꔎ읎 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. â€œì—ŹëłŽì„žìš”.” 귞녀가 잔뜩 쉰 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 전화넌 받았닀. 전화 걎너펞에서 ìčœì ˆí•˜ë©Žì„œë„ ì—°ëĄœí•œ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. [ìš°ëŠŹ 하연읎, 읎 í• ëŻžê°€ 너 ë•ŒëŹžì— 제 ëȘ…에 ëȘ» ìŁœêČ ê”Źë‚˜. 너묮 놀띌서 말읎알. ì–Žë”” ë‹€ìčœ ë°ëŠ” ì—†êł ? 서쀀읎가 옆에 같읎 있지?] 강영숙은 서쀀의 ìčœí• ëšžë‹ˆëĄœ 한씚 집안 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ 쀑 유음하êȌ 하연에êȌ êŽ€ì‹Źì„ 갖는 분읎었닀. “서쀀 씚는  .” ëšžë­‡ê±°ëŠŹëŠ” 귞녀의 말에 강영숙읎 ëŹŽì–žê°€ë„Œ 눈ìč˜ ì±ˆ ë“Żí–ˆë‹€. [읎런 정신 나간 놈을 뎀나! ëč„ì„œëĄœ 또 ì•„ë‚ŽëĄœ, 핎왞 출임간 낹펾 음을 ë‹€ ëŽìŁŒêł  있는데 읎렇êȌ 큰 ì‚Źêł ê°€ í„°ìĄŒëŠ”ë°ë„ 윔ëčŒêž°ë„ ì•ˆëłŽì—Ź? Ʞ닀렀뎐띌! 읎 í• ëŻžê°€ 정신나간 ê·ž 녀석을 가만 두나!] 귞녀가 닀시 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. [지ꞈ 얎느 ëł‘ì›ì— 있얎? ì§‘ì‚Źë„Œ ëłŽë‚Œ 테니 êž°ë‹€ëŠŹë Ž!] 하연읎 ëł‘ì› ìŁŒì†Œë„Œ ì•Œë €ìŁŒìž 강영숙은 전화넌 끊었닀. 귞녀는 êł ê°œë„Œ í‘č 숙읞 채 말없읎 팔에 ꜂혀 있던 ìŁŒì‚Ź 바늘을 ëčŒëƒˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëŠ” 톔슝을 찞윌며 ìčšëŒ€ì—ì„œ 낎렀왔닀. “환자분, 지ꞈ 뭐하시는 거예요? 닀늏 부상읎 ì‹Źê°í•˜ë‹ˆ 안정을 췚핎알 핎요.” 마ìčš ëł‘ì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎였던 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ êčœì§ 놀띌 ì†ŒëŠŹìł€ë‹€. “ëȘ©ë°œ ìą€ ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒì„žìš”. 퇎원핎알êČ ì–Žìš”.” 하연의 ë§íˆŹê°€ 얌마나 닚혞했던지 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ 멍하니 귞녀넌 바띌뎀닀. 임Ʞ간 입원핎알 한닀멎 ëł‘ì›ëłŽë‹€ëŠ” 서쀀의 ëłžê°€ì—ì„œ 요양하는 펞읎 나을 êȃ 같았닀. ì‚Źì‹€, 하연은 HTê·žëŁč 회임의 ëč„서였닀. 읎ëȈ 두바읎 출임은 ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 전시회의 제품 ë°°ìč˜ì™€ ê·ŒëŹŽìžì›ì„ 확정 ì§“êž° 위핎 HTê·žëŁč을 대표핮 갔던 êČƒìŽì—ˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł  음의 êČ°êłŒë„Œ 슉시 ëłŽêł í•˜êž°ëĄœ 되얎있었닀. ‘한서쀀 읎 낚자, 도대ìČŽ 지ꞈ 얎디서 뭘 í•˜êł  있는 거알?’ êČ°ê”­, ê°„í˜žì‚ŹëŠ” 퇎원하êȠ닀는 귞녀넌 막지 ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. 하연은 êł§ìž„ 쀑환자싀을 나와 ëȘ©ë°œì„ ì§šêł  ì ˆëšê±°ëŠŹë©° 수납ìȘ로 햄했닀. 귞때, ëł‘ì› 1ìž” 로ëč„의 ìœ ëŠŹ ëČœ 너빾로 읔숙한 찚량ëČˆí˜žíŒìŽ ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. êł êž‰ ìŠč용찚 ëȘ‡ 대가 ê·ž 뒀넌 ë”°ë„Žêł  있었는데 자섞히 볮니 HT ê·žëŁč 소유의 찚듀읎었닀. 뚌저 찚에서 낮며 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ìŽ êČ€ì •ìƒ‰ 수튞넌 입은 한 낚자넌 ëčŒêłĄížˆ ë‘˜ëŸŹì‹žêł  있었닀. 귞는 ì–Žë–€ ì—Źìžë„Œ 품에 ì•ˆêł  있었는데 귞녀넌 ëȘč시 아끌는 듯 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. 귞의 êČ€ì •ìƒ‰ 윔튞가 귞녀의 하얀 ë‹€ëŠŹë„Œ ëźêł  있었닀. 낚자는 하연의 ìĄŽìžŹë„Œ 전혀 알지 ëȘ»í•œ 채 황꞉히 ëł‘ì› ëłžêŽ€ ìȘœìœŒëĄœ 햄했닀. 하연은 ê·ž ìžëŠŹì— 서서 ì—Źìžë„Œ ì•ˆêł  ì „ëŹžì˜ ì§„ì°°ì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎가는 귞넌 가만히 ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. êČ°í˜Œìƒí™œ 3년 동안 저렇êȌ 닀정한 낚펞의 ëȘšìŠ”은 한 ëȈ도 ëłž 적읎 없었닀. ê·žê°€ ì•ˆêł  있는 ì—ŹìžëŠ” ëˆ„ê”ŹìŒêčŒ? 귞녀는 갑자Ʞ 가슎에 엄ìȭ난 톔슝읎 밀렀였는 êČƒì„ 느ꌈ닀. ê·ž êł í†”ìŽ 얌마나 컞던지 í˜žíĄìŽ êł€ëž€í•  지êČœìŽì—ˆë‹€. 귞때, ëł”ë„ 반대펞에서 걞얎였던 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ 듀늎띜 말띜 한 ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 톔화하며 귞녀의 êłì„ 자나갔닀. “낎가 ê·žìȘœìœŒëĄœ 갈êȌ. 저 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ êČœì œ 뉎슀에 ìžìŁŒ 등임하는 HT ê·žëŁč í›„êł„ìž 한서쀀읎알. ì‹€ì œëĄœ 볮니 더 낚자닀욎데? ìš°ëŠŹ ëł‘ì›ì—ì„œ 볎êȌ 되닀니 너묮 신Ʞ핎. ì—Źìžìčœê”Ź ë°ëŠŹêł  ì‚°ë¶€ìžêłŒì— ì§„ëŁŒë°›ìœŒëŸŹ 왔나 뎐.” â€œì‚°ë¶€ìžêłŒ? 확싀핎?” “귞럌 확싀하지. ì§„ëŁŒ 찚튞에 적힌 걞 뎀는데 ëČŒìš 태아가 12ìŁŒë‚˜ 됐던데? 태아 상태가 불안정한지 였늘 출혈읎 있었대. 귞래서 í•œì‚Źìž„ìŽ ì•ˆêł  옚 거띌 던데?” ê·ž 말을 듀은 하연읎 ëšžëŠżì†ìœŒëĄœ 날짜넌 êł„ì‚°í–ˆë‹€. ‘12ìŁŒëŒë©Žâ€Šâ€Š 두 달 전?’ 제2화 하늘읎 ë§ș얎쀀 컀플 하연은 두 달 전, 1ìŁŒìŒ 정도 출임 음정읎 ìžĄí˜€ 있던 한서쀀의 ìŒì •ëłŽêł ì„œê°€ ìƒê°ë‚Źë‹€. 핞드폰을 ì„êł  있는 귞녀의 손읎 떚렀왔닀. ‘귞 때 생ꞎ 아읎읞 거알?’ 귞녀는 한서쀀의 숚êČšì§„ ì•„ë‚ŽëĄœ 였래 전부터 ëč„ë°€êł„ì•œì„ ë§șêł  있었닀. 하지만 읎제껏 낚펞의 슀ìș”듀에 대핎서는 ë“€ì–Žëłž 적읎 없었닀. “한서쀀 ì‚Źìž„ìŽ ì—Źìžìčœê”Źì—êȌ ì°ž ê°ëł„í•œ êȃ 같아   저 ì—ŹìžëŠ” 전생에 나띌넌 ê”Źí–ˆë‚˜ 뎐. ëłŽì•„í•˜ë‹ˆ êł§ êł”ì‹ë°œí‘œê°€ 날 êȃ 같은데?” â€œê·žëŸŹêȌ. 나도 아êčŒ êČ€ìƒ‰í•Ž 뎀얎. ë„€ 생각엔 저 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ ì—Źìžìčœê”Źê°€ 맞는 êȃ 같아?” ìčŽíŠžë„Œ ë°€êł  가던 젊은 ê°„í˜žì‚Źê°€ 옆에 있는 ê°„í˜žì‚Źì—êȌ 핾드폰 속 ì‚Źì§„ì„ ëłŽì—ŹìŁŒì—ˆë‹€. ê·žëŸŹìž 귞녀가 êčœì§ 놀띌며 말했닀. “맞아, 맞아! 읎 ì—Źìžì•Œ! STê·žëŁč 둘짞 딾! 한서쀀읎랑 너묮 잘 ì–ŽìšžëŠŹì§€ 않아? 하늘읎 ë§ș얎쀀 컀플 같아!” 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì€ 혞듀갑을 ë–šë©° ë°˜ëŒ€íŽžìœŒëĄœ 걞얎갔닀. ‘ST ê·žëŁč읎띌  .’ 퇎원 수속을 마ìčœ í•˜ì—°ì€ ì§‘ì‚Źì˜ 찚넌 íƒ€êł  가멎서도 마음읎 ìą€ìČ˜ëŸŒ 진정되지 않았닀. ë°˜ìŻ€ 엎늰 ì°œëŹž 아래 핾드폰 화멎의 불ëč›ìŽ 찜백한 하연의 얌ꔎ을 ëč„ì·„ë‹€. 수 없읎 êČ€ìƒ‰í•Ž 뎀지만 í•œì„œì€€êłŒ ST ê·žëŁčêłŒì˜ 연ꎀ성은 전혀 찟을 수 없었닀. ‘B시의 잘 나가는 두 ëȘ…ëŹžê°€ 집안읎 읎런 ì‹ìœŒëĄœ ì—źìŽë‹€ë‹ˆ 읎상핎.’ 서쀀의 ëłžê°€ì— 도착하니 거싀에 불읎 쌜젞 있었닀. ëˆˆì—Łê°€ì‹œ 같은 시누읎 대신 서쀀의 할뚞니읞 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źê°€ ì§€íŒĄìŽì— ëȘžì„ 의지한 채 귞녀넌 êž°ë‹€ëŠŹêł  있었닀. â€œìš°ëŠŹ 하연읎 ì™”ê”Źë‚˜! 넀가 ëł”ìŽ 많아서 ê·ž 큰 ì‚Źêł  쀑에도 ëŹŽì‚Źí–ˆê”Źë‚˜. 너묮 놀띌서 하마터멎 숚읎 넘얎갈 뻔했지 뭐냐.” “할빾니, 전 êŽœì°źì•„ìš”.” 하연은 ì˜ŹëŒê°€ ì‰Źêł  싶은 마음읎 컞지만 웃윌며 말했닀. “할빾니, ì‚Źì‹€ 저 ìą€ í”Œêł€í•Žìš”.” “귞래, 귞래. 얌넞 ì˜ŹëŒê°€ì„œ ì‰Źì–ŽëŒ. 서쀀읎한테 연띜핎 놚윌니êčŒ êł§ ì˜Ź ê±°ë‹€.” 하연은 ëȘžì„ 숙읎는 순간 ì‹Źí•œ 톔슝읎 ëȘ°ë €ì™€ 얌ꔎ읎 ìŒê·žëŸŹìĄŒë‹€. 강영숙은 귞녀가 êŽŽëĄœìšŽ 읎유가 서쀀 ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒêł  생각했닀. 하연의 ëšžëŠżì†ì— 서쀀의 생각읎 ìŠ€ìł 지나갔닀. 귞는 자신에êȌ 진짜 ëȘšìŠ”을 ìˆšêž°êł  있었닀. 귞에êȌ ì—Źìžìčœê”Źê°€ 있닀는 ì‚Źì‹€ìŽ 읎렇êȌ 가슎에 가시가 되얎 박힐 쀄은 ëȘ°ëžë‹€. ‘낎가 지ꞈêčŒì§€ ì°žêł  êČŹëŽŒì˜š 날읎 한순간에 우슀워지닀니  .’ 

 서쀀은 닀음날 ë°€ 늩êȌ나 되얎 ëłžê°€ì— 도착했닀. “아직 안 잀얎? êčšì–Ž 있윌멎서 불은 왜 êșŒ 뒀얎?” ê·žê°€ ìčšì‹€ì˜ 불을 쌰닀. 하연은 귞런 귞넌 볎며 마음읎 불펞했닀. 귞녀는 하룹 ìą…ìŒ ìčšëŒ€ì— 누워만 있었닀. ì§‘ì‚Źê°€ 가젞닀쀀 음식도 거의 ëšč지 ëȘ»í–ˆêł  êČ°ê”­ ê·žêČƒë“€ì€ ì°šê°‘êȌ 식얎ëȄ며 상태였닀. “ë‹č신 ë©°ìč  ë™ì•ˆ 얎디에 있었얎요?” 귞녀는 서쀀의 얌ꔎ은 ëłŽì§€ë„ 않은 채 수ìČ™í•Žì§„ ëȘšìŠ”ìœŒëĄœ 돌아서서 힘없읎 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. ìžŹí‚·ì„ ëČ—ìž 귞의 탄탄한 ëȘžë§€ê°€ ë“œëŸŹë‚Źë‹€. 서쀀은 귞녀의 ëŹŒìŒì— ëŻžê°„ì„ 잔뜩 찌푞늰 채 ìčšëŒ€ 헀드 ìȘœìœŒëĄœ 눈을 돌렞닀. êČ°í˜Œ 3년 동안 귞녀가 읎렇êȌ 자신의 행방을 추궁하는 êČƒì€ ìČ˜ìŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. “T시에 있는 ì§€ì‚Źì— ëŹžì œê°€ 있얎서 출임 닀녀왔얎.” 서쀀은 평소ìČ˜ëŸŒ 냉닮하êȌ 대닔한 후, ê·€ì°źë‹€ëŠ” 듯 ê±°ìč êȌ 넄타읎넌 ëŒì–Žë‚ŽëŠŹêł ëŠ” 욕싀 ìȘœìœŒëĄœ 햄했닀. “귞래요?” 하연의 웃음 ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ ìčšì‹€ 안에 ìšžë žë‹€. “ëč„서싀 ê”Źë™í›„ 싀임님께 ì—Źì­€ëŽ€ëŠ”ë° Tì‹œëĄœ 가는 ëč„행Ʞ표 ê”Źë§€ë‚Žì—­ìŽ 없더ꔰ요.” 귞녀의 ë§íˆŹì— ì˜ì‹ŹìŽ 잔뜩 ëŹ»ì–Žë‚Źë‹€. â€œëŹŽìŠš 말을 í•˜êł  싶은 거알?” 서쀀읎 욕싀 ìž…ê”Źì— 멈춰 서서 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. ê”łìŽ 얌ꔎ을 ëłŽì§€ 않아도 ê·žê°€ 화가 폭발하Ʞ 직전읎띌는 êČƒìŻ€ì€ 알 수 있었닀. ‘하, êł§ 불 같읎 화넌 낮êČ ë„€.’ 제3화 한씚 집안 ë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ 된 읎유 “ë‹č신읎랑 ê·ž ì—Źìž, 대ìČŽ 얞제부터 만난 거알?” 하연읎 êČšìš° ëȘžì„ ì¶”ìŠ€ëŠŹë©° ìčšëŒ€ì— Ʞ대 앉았닀. 서쀀은 귞녀가 3년전 í˜Œìžì‹ êł ë„Œ 할 ë•ŒëłŽë‹€ í›šì”Ź 말랐닀는 êČƒì„ 알아챘닀. 얎찌나 알위었던지 바람읎 불멎 날아가ëȄ멮 êȃ 같았닀. “ë‹č신 낮 ë’·ìĄ°ì‚Źë„Œ 한 거알?” 귞의 안색읎 ëł€í–ˆë‹€. “낎가 ê·žë ‡êȌ 한가한 ì‚ŹëžŒìœŒëĄœ ëłŽì—Źìš”? 낎가 입원했던 ëł‘ì›ì—ì„œ 낮 두 ëˆˆìœŒëĄœ ë‹čì‹ ë“€ 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì„ 뎀얎요.” 귞녀는 ë‚źì€ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ, 한 Ꞁ자 한 Ꞁ자 또박또박 낮 뱉었닀. 순간, ì‹Źìž„ìŽ ì°ąêž°ëŠ” êȃ 같았닀. 하지만 서쀀의 얌ꔎ에는 ëȘ»ë§ˆë•…한 Ʞ색읎 역렄했닀. 귞는 하연읎 ì‚Źêł ê°€ 난 êČƒì„ 알멎서도 걱정하는 말 한 마디 없었닀. 귞녀는 ê·žê°€ 하는 말듀을 듀윌며 í˜ì˜€ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ 느낌읎 듀었닀. â€˜ë¶€ë¶€ëĄœ 삎았던 3년읎띌는 시간읎 ì•„ëŹŽêȃ도 아닌 êȃ 같아.’ 하연은 ë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ 하는 음 마닀 íŠžì§‘ìžĄëŠ” 시얎뚞니와 자신을 ëˆˆì—Łê°€ì‹œìČ˜ëŸŒ ì—Źêž°ëŠ” 시누읎에êȌ 정성을 닀했닀. 집에서는 ìŁŒë¶€ëĄœ 또 íšŒì‚Źì—ì„œëŠ” 헌신적읞 ëč„서 역할을 ë„ë§Ąì•˜ë‹€. 귞녀는 서쀀의 할빾니 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źì˜ 뜻에 따띌 ì•„ë“€, 딾 잘 낳는 ìą‹ì€ ì†ìžë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ ë˜ë €êł  녞렄했닀. 3년 동안 귞만큌 했윌멎 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źì—êȌ ê°€ìĄ±ìœŒëĄœì„œì˜ ì˜ëŠŹëŠ” 충분히 지킚 êČƒìŽë‹€. 하지만 ê·ž êČ°êłŒëŠ” 얎떠한가? 3년간 하연은 서쀀의 ëȘžì— 손가띜 하나도 댈 수가 없었닀. 한 방을 ì“°êł  있었지만 ìčšëŒ€ëŠ” 따로 썌Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŽì—ˆë‹€. 하연은 밀렀였는 톔슝을 찞윌며 찚가욎 귞의 눈을 ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. ê·žëŸŹë‹€ ëŹŽìŠš 용Ʞ가 ë‚ŹëŠ”ì§€ ì†ŒëŠŹë„Œ 낎얎 ê°€ëłêȌ 웃었닀. “ë‹č신 얎뚞니는 낎가 애도 ëȘ» ë‚łìœŒë©Žì„œ êČ°í˜Œí•œ ì–‘ì‹Źë„ 없는 ì—ŹìžëŒêł  í–ˆìŁ . 귞런데 지ꞈ ë‹č신읎 밖에서 닀넞 ì—Źìžì™€ 아읎넌 가진 걞 낎가 ì–Žë–»êȌ ë°›ì•„ë“€ì—Źì•Œ í•˜ìŁ ?” 간신히 ìčšëŒ€ì— êž°ëŒ€êł  있는 귞녀는 ë‹č임읎띌도 ì“°ëŸŹì§ˆ êȃ 같았닀. 하지만 êł ê°œë„Œ êŒżêŒżí•˜êȌ ìłë“€êł ëŠ” 귞의 옷êčƒì„ ìžĄì•˜ë‹€. 하지만 êł§ë°”ëĄœ ꔔ은 귞의 손에 ìžĄížˆêł  말았닀. 한서쀀은 찚가욎 눈ëč›ìœŒëĄœ 귞녀넌 ëč€ížˆ ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. “혜êČœìŽëŠ” 낮 섞컚드가 아니알. 20년 넘êȌ ì•Œêł  지낞 ì‚ŹìŽì•Œ.” ‘얎늎 적부터 ì•Œêł  지낞 ì‚ŹìŽì˜€ê”Źë‚˜.’ 하연은 자신을 ìžĄêł  있는 서쀀의 손에 점점 힘읎 듀얎가는 êČƒì„ 느ꌈ닀. “혜êČœìŽê°€ 5년 전에 출ꔭ한 ìŽí›„ëĄœ ì„œëĄœ 한ëȈ도 연띜한 적 없얎.” 귞녀는 뒀톔수넌 한 대 섞êȌ 맞은 êȃ 같았닀. ‘얎쩐지 ì•„ëŹŽëŠŹ 찟아뎐도 ì—Źìžë„Œ 만난 흔적읎 1도 없더띌니  .’ 하지만 ê·ž ì—Źìžê°€ 임신한 êČƒìŽ 닀시 ìƒê°ë‚Źë‹€. 귞녀는 닀시 êł ê°œë„Œ ë“€êł  쉰 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “귞래서 읎제 두 ì‚ŹëžŒ, 닀시 만나는 거예요?” 한서쀀은 뭔가 말하렀닀가 입을 ë‹€ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł ëŠ” 얎두워진 귞녀의 눈동자넌 ì •ë©ŽìœŒëĄœ ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. “낎가 왜 ë‹č신을 읎 êłł ì•ˆìŁŒìžìœŒëĄœ 듀였는지 ëČŒìš 잊은 êȃ 같ꔰ.” HT ê·žëŁč 낎에는 상속을 원하는 형제듀읎 ë§Žì•˜êł  í›„êł„ìž ìžëŠŹë„Œ 녾멬는 자듀도 많았닀. 서쀀의 할뚞니읞 강영숙 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” ìŒë¶€ëŸŹ B시의 ëŻží˜Œ ì—Źì„± 쀑에서 ì†ìžë©°ëŠëŠŹë„Œ êłšëŒ 귞와 êČ°í˜Œì‹œí‚€êł , ì•„ë“€ 딞을 ë‚łì•„ ê·žëŁč 낎에서의 입지넌 당당히 í•˜ë €êł  했닀. 강영숙 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 자신의 생ëȘ…을 ê”Źí•Ž 쀀 하연을 ì†ìžë©°ëŠëŠŹëĄœ 추ìČœí–ˆë‹€. 귞녀는 서쀀을 ì°Ÿì•„ê°€ ëȘšë“  음에 간섭하지 않êČ ë‹€êł  ì•œì†í•˜êł  ëč„ë°€êČ°í˜Œì— 동의했닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  ë‹č시에 자신읎 욎영하던 잘 나가던 뾌랜드 샔도 ëŹžì„ 닫았닀. ê·ž 후로 HTê·žëŁč에 듀얎가 서쀀의 음을 돕는 ëč„ì„œëĄœ 음핎왔닀. 귞래서 ê·žê°€ 하연에êȌ 선을 넘지 ë§ëŒêł  êČœêł í•˜ëŠ” êČƒìŽì—ˆë‹€. 귞녀가 웃윌며 말했닀. “잊ꞎ요, 하나넌 손에 ë„ŁìœŒë©Ž 더 ê°–êł  싶은 êȌ ì‚ŹëžŒ ìš•ì‹ŹìŽìž–ì•„ìš”?” 귞녀의 얌ꔎ은 찜백했지만 눈동자는 ëč›ìŽ ë‚˜êł  있었닀. 얌ꔎ에 ëŻžì†Œë§ˆì € 없었더띌멎 마ìč˜ ëŹŽë€ì—ì„œ 걞얎 나옚 ìČ˜ë…€ê·€ì‹  같아 ëłŽì˜€ì„ì§€ë„ ëȘ°ëžë‹€. 순간, 서쀀은 하연읎 얎딘가 ëł€í–ˆë‹€êł  느ꌈ닀. 하지만 ê·ž 말을 입 밖에 낎지는 않았닀. 귞녀가 ìžĄížŒ 손을 ìŠŹë©°ì‹œ ëčŒëƒˆë‹€. ꜀ 큰 ìčšì‹€ì€ ì°œëŹžìŽ 닫혀 있었는데 êł”êž°ê°€ 점점 ë‹”ë‹”í•Žì§€êł  있었닀. 옚도도 점점 높아젞 얎느덧 ì˜šë„êł„ê°€ 30도넌 ê°€ëŠŹí‚€êł  있었닀. 더욎 êł”êž°ì— 서쀀의 숚읎 가ëč ì˜€ëŠ” êČƒìŽ ëŠê»ŽìĄŒë‹€. 하연은 닀시 귞의 셔잠 êčƒì— 손을 가젞닀 댔닀. 귞는 플하지 ì•Šêł  가만히 있었닀. 귞는 앜간 화가 난 듯한 얌ꔎ읎었지만 너묮 더워 귞녀넌 밀얎낌 Ʞ렄읎 없얎 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. “ë‹č신 지ꞈ ëŹŽìŠš 짓을 하는 거알?” 제4화 더 읎상 한씚 집안 ë©°ëŠëŠŹê°€ 아니에요 하연은 서쀀의 셔잠 닚추넌 하나씩 풀었닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  귞의 ëł”ê·Œì„ 따띌 낎렀가며 입을 맞추었닀. 였랫동안 감춰옚 서쀀에 대한 갈망 탓읞지 귀밑êčŒì§€ ë¶‰ì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. 귞녀는 손놀늌을 멈추지 않은 채 쉰 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 말했닀. “낎가 ì–Žë–»êȌ 읎 집의 작은 ì•ˆìŁŒìžìŽ 되었는지 ìžŠì—ˆëƒêł ìš”? ì–Žë–»êȌ 잊을 수 있êČ ì–Žìš”. 제 ìž„ëŹŽëŠ” ë‹č신의 아읎넌 낳는 거예요. 지ꞈ 나는 낮 ìž„ëŹŽë„Œ ìˆ˜í–‰í•˜êł  있는 ê±°êł ìš”.” “얎떻êȌ 귞런 말을?!” 화넌 낮는 서쀀의 탄탄한 ëł”ê·ŒìŽ ìšžëŁ©ë¶ˆëŁ© 움직였닀. “방 안에 씜음제넌 ìą€ ëżŒë žì–Žìš”. ìĄ°êžˆë§Œ 찞윌멎 êł§ êŽœì°źì•„ì§ˆ 거예요. 저는 제 ìž„ëŹŽë„Œ 위핎 아읎넌 가지렀는 êČƒëżìŽì—ìš”.” 귞녀는 더 ëŒ€ë‹Ží•˜êł  êłŒê°í•˜êȌ 행동했닀. 전에는 한ëȈ도 ëłŽì—Źì€€ 적 없는 요엌한 ëȘšìŠ”읎었닀. 하연의 적ê·č적읞 도발에 서쀀의 ëȘžìŽ ëłžëŠ„ì ìœŒëĄœ 반응하Ʞ ì‹œìž‘í–ˆêł  혾흡도 ê±°ìč ì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. 읎 ëȘšë“  êȌ 씜음제 ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒêł  ì†ìœŒëĄœ 되뇌읎며, 서쀀은 혀 끝을 êčšëŹŒì–Ž 가êčŒìŠ€ëĄœ 되찟은 음말의 ìŽì„±ìœŒëĄœ 하연의 ê±°ìčšì—†ëŠ” 손을 ꜉ 움쌜 ìžĄì•˜ë‹€. “씜하연, 너 정말 역êČšì›Œ.” 서쀀의 말에 귞녀의 끓얎였넎던 욕망읎 순식간에 폭삭 가띌앉아 ëȄ렞닀. 하연은 눈에 ëˆˆëŹŒìŽ êł ì˜€ë‹€. 마지막읞 듯 한 마디 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “나넌 안는 êȌ ê·žë ‡êȌ ê”Źì—­ì§ˆë‚˜ìš”?” “귞래!” 서쀀은 귞녀넌 똑바로 ìłë‹€ëłŽë©Žì„œ ìĄ°êžˆë„ 망섀읎지 ì•Šêł  대닔했닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  귞녀넌 ë°€ìłëƒˆë‹€. 더는 귞녀와 한마디도 í•˜êł  싶지 않았닀. 서쀀은 하연읎 ëČ—êžŽ 옷을 ì§‘ì–Ž ë“€êł  닀시 ìž…êž° 시작했닀. 귞는 닚추도 ìž ê·žì§€ 않은 채 성큌성큌 걞얎 나가ëȄ렞닀. ë°©ëŹžìŽ â€˜ìŸ…â€™í•˜êł  닫히멎서 ìŁŒìœ„ê°€ 닀시 ìĄ°ìš©í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 하연은 ê·žê°€ 나가자 ꞎ임읎 풀렀 바닄에 ìŁŒì €ì•‰ì•˜ë‹€. 눈에는 원망읎 ì°šì˜Źëžë‹€. 서쀀은 방을 나서며 생각했닀. ‘읎 ì •ë„ëĄœ 했윌멎 있던 마음도 없얎지êČ ì§€â€Šâ€Š.’ 

 닀음날 아ìčš, 하연은 아직 성ìč˜ ì•Šì€ ë‹€ìčœ ë‹€ëŠŹë„Œ ì ˆëšê±°ëŠŹë©° ì—Źí–‰ê°€ë°©ì„ ëŒêł  ì•„ëž˜ìž”ìœŒëĄœ 낎렀갔닀. 집안 삎늌을 돕는 가정부가 ì‹ì‚Źë„Œ 쀀ëč„í•˜êł  있었닀. 강영숙 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 새ëČœêž°ë„ë„Œ 드멬러 가느띌 집을 ëč„욎 상태였닀. “얎뚞, 새얞니! ìŁœë‹€ 삎아난 지 얌마 되지도 않았는데 ëČŒìš 짐 ëŒêł  얎딜 가렀는 거예요? í˜č시 ì—Źí–‰ 가요?” 한서쀀의 ìčœë™ìƒ 한서영읎 ëčˆì •ê±°ëŠŹë©° 말했닀. 귞녀는 í˜„ìžŹ B대학ꔐ 2학년에 ìžŹí•™ì€‘ìŽë‹€. 서영은 í•˜ì—°êłŒ 읎렇êȌ ê°€ìĄ±ìœŒëĄœ 만나는 êČƒìŽ ì—Źì „ížˆ 읔숙하지 ì•Šêł  불펞하Ʞ만 했닀. “나가Ʞ 전에 나 뚞늏 하는 ê±° ìą€ ë„ì™€ìŁŒêł  가요.” 하연은 ì†ìžŹìŁŒê°€ ìą‹ì€ 펞읎띌 서영의 ëšžëŠŹë„Œ êł§ìž˜ ì†ì§ˆí•ŽìŁŒì—ˆë‹€. 슀타음읎 ìą‹ì•„ì„œ ìčœê”Źë“€ëĄœë¶€í„° ë¶€ëŸŹì›€ì„ 샀닀. 하지만 였늘 하연은 귞녀의 말에 전혀 대꟞도 하지 ì•Šêł  짐을 ëŒêł  낎렀왔닀. 마ìčš ê·€ë¶€ìžìČ˜ëŸŒ ìč˜ìž„한 한씚 집안의 ì•ˆìŁŒìž 읎수애 ì—Źì‚Źì™€ ë§ˆìŁŒìł€ë‹€. 귞녀는 HTê·žëŁč 한태규 회임의 두ëČˆì§ž 아낎읎자 서쀀의 ìčœì–Žëšžë‹ˆì˜€ë‹€. 읎수애는 ìČ˜ìŒë¶€í„° 하연의 ì˜·ì°šëŠŒêłŒ 가정배êČœìŽ 마음에 듀지 않아 í•šë¶€ëĄœ 말하Ʞ 음쑀였닀. “아ìčš ëŒ“ë°”ëžŒë¶€í„° ì—Źí–‰ê°€ë°©ì„ ëŒêł  닀니며 뭐하는 짓읎알? ë‹č임 ë‚Žë €ë†“êł  ìČ­ì†Œì€‘ìž 읎ëȘšë‹˜ìŽë‚˜ 도와띌. êł§ ìƒˆëĄœ ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 듀얎와서 지낎êȌ 될 거니êčŒ.” 하연의 눈êșŒí’€ìŽ 떚렀왔닀. 자신읎 ëȘšë„Žêł  있는 음읎 ìŒì–Žë‚˜êł  있었닀. 귞때, 옆에서 ë“Łêł  있던 한서영읎 궁ꞈ슝을 ì°žì§€ ëȘ»í•˜êł  ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. â€œìƒˆëĄœ? 누가요?” “니가 ìą‹ì•„ ìŁœëŠ” 혜êČœìŽ ë§êł  누가 더 있êȠ니?” “넀? 혜êČœì–žë‹ˆ 귀ꔭ했얎요?” “돌아였Ʞ만 한 êȌ ì•„ë‹ˆêł , ë„€ 였ëč  ì•„ìŽë„Œ ê°€ìĄŒìž–ì•„. ìš°ëŠŹì§‘ 터가 ìą‹ì•„ì„œ 잠êč ìžêž° ì§‘ìœŒëĄœ 듀얎가Ʞ 전에 ì—Źêž°ì„œ ëȘžì„ 추슀넌 거알.” 귞녀는 읎알Ʞ하멎서 하연을 한ëȈ 힐끗 ìłë‹€ëłŽì•˜ë‹€. ëŻŒí˜œêČœìŽì•Œ 말로 자신읎 생각핎옚 읎상적읞 ë©°ëŠëŠżê°ìŽì—ˆë‹€. 애쎈에 ê·ž 음읎 아니었윌멎 서쀀은 혜êČœêłŒ êČ°í˜Œí–ˆì„ êČƒìŽë‹€. 귞녀가 하연을 ë‚Žë €ë‹€ëłŽë©Žì„œ ëŹŽì‹œí•˜ëŠ” 투로 말했닀. “너 아직도 ê±°êž° 서서 멍하니 ë­í•˜êł  있니? ìČ­ì†Œí•˜ëŸŹ 가지 ì•Šêł ?” 예전 같았윌멎 하연은 틀늌없읎 시얎뚞니의 ëč„위넌 맞추었을 êČƒìŽë‹€. 하지만 였늘은 자신을 멞시하는 귞녀의 ëœ»ëŒ€ëĄœ í•˜êł  싶지 않았닀. 하연은 너묮나도 êł í†”ìŠ€ëŸŹì› ì§€ë§Œ ìčšì°©í•˜êȌ 냉정한 태도넌 잃지 ì•Šêł  말했닀. “였늘부터 저와 서쀀 씚는 더 읎상 ë¶€ë¶€ì‚ŹìŽê°€ 아니에요. 서영읎 뚞늏 하는 거나 ë°© ìČ­ì†Œ 같은 허드렛음은 읎제 닀넞 ì‚ŹëžŒì—êȌ 시킀섞요.” 제5화 읎혌합의서 읎수애 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 하연읎 ì „êłŒëŠ” 완전히 닀넞 투로 말하는 êČƒì„ ëłŽêł  도저히 ëŻżêž°ì§€ê°€ 않았닀. 귞녀는 컀닀란 ì‚ŹíŒŒìŽì–Žê°€ 박힌 반지넌 낀 ì†ê°€ëœìœŒëĄœ 하연을 ê°€ëŠŹìŒ°ë‹€. “귞êȌ ëŹŽìŠš 태도알!? 방ꞈ 했던 말 닀시 한ëȈ 핮뮐!” 하지만 하연은 ìĄ°êžˆë„ 두렀워하는 Ʞ색 없읎 귞녀넌 똑바로 ìłë‹€ëŽ€ë‹€. â€œëŻŒí˜œêČœìŽëŒëŠ” ì—Źìžê°€ 집에 듀얎였멎 ê·ž ì—Źìží•œí…Œ 집안음을 시킀섞요. 저는 ì•žìœŒëĄœ 하지 않을 거예요.” 하연은 암두ìČ˜ëŸŒ 붉은 ìž…ìˆ ëĄœ 또박또박 말했닀. 말을 í•˜êł  나니 속읎 시원했닀. 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 귞녀의 말에 ëČŒì»„ 화넌 냈닀. “너!” “엄마, 엄마!” 서영읎 흄분한 엄마의 팔을 ë¶™ìžĄêł  ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹë„Œ ë‚źì¶”ì–Ž 말했닀. “새얞니 화난 ê±° ë§žìŁ ? ì–Žì Żë°€ì— 였ëč ê°€â€Šâ€Š.” 귞녀는 불난 집에 부채질읎띌도 하렀는 듯 ì–Žì Żë°€ 음을 êșŒë‚Žë €êł  했닀. ê·ž ëȘšìŠ”을 볮니 하연의 화넌 돋우렀는 의도가 충분히 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 딞의 의도넌 ꞈ방 ì•Œì•„ì±„êł  닀시 ì°šë¶„í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 귞녀는 íŠč유의 ê±°ë“€ëščê±°ëŠŹëŠ” 투로 말했닀. “낹펾 하나 ë¶™ìžĄì§€ ëȘ»í•˜ëŠ” ìŁŒì œì— 별 얔지넌 ë‹€ 부늏넀. 감히 시얎뚞니 탓을 핮?” 하연은 느멿느멿 짐을 ëŒêł  나였닀가 저택 ìž…ê”Źì—ì„œ 발걞음을 멈추었닀. ì‹Źìž„ë°•ë™ìŽ ëčšëŒì§€ë©Žì„œ ëšžëŠŹê°€ ìȘŒê°œì§ˆ 듯 아팠닀. 귞녀는 êł ê°œë„Œ 돌렀 욕을 íŒë¶“êł  싶은 마음을 êŸč 누넎며 ì°šê°‘êȌ 말했닀. “지난 3년동안 아읎가 없었던 êȌ ë‹€ 저 ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒêł  í•˜ì…šìŁ ? 절 ì˜ì‹Źí•˜êž° 전에 서쀀 씚에êȌ ëč„ë‡šêž°êłŒ ì§„ëŁŒë„Œ ë°›ìœŒëŒêł  하는 펞읎 ëč ë„Œ 거예요. ê·žëŸŹë©Ž 임신읎 안됐던 원읞읎 êłŒì—° ëˆ„ê”Ź ìȘœì— 있는지 알 수 있을 거예요.” “너, 니가 감히!” 하연의 말에 읎 ì—Źì‚Źì™€ 서영 둘 ë‹€ êčœì§ 놀랐닀. 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 뚞늏 끝êčŒì§€ 화가 ìč˜ë°€ì—ˆë‹€. “씜하연! 난 너랑 ìš°ëŠŹ ì„œì€€ìŽí•˜êł  ꌭ ìŽí˜Œì‹œí‚€êł  말 테니 ë‘êł  뎐!” 귞동안 하연은 서쀀의 할빾니 강영숙 ì—Źì‚Źì™€ì˜ 정을 생각핎서 한씚 집안 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€êłŒ 닀툌을 플했닀. 왠만핎선 자Ʞ 의êČŹì„ 낎섞우지 ì•Šêł  원만하êȌ 지낎왔닀. 지ꞈêčŒì§€ëŠ” 집안 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€êłŒ 갈등읎 생ꞞêčŒ ëŽ 두렀워하며 지냈지만 읎제는 신êČœ 쓰지 ì•Šêž°ëĄœ 했닀. â€œê·žëŸŹì‹œë˜ê°€ìš”.” 귞녀는 한마디 ë‚Žë±‰êł  서쀀의 ëłžê°€ë„Œ 나왔닀. 읎 ì—Źì‚Źê°€ 화가 나서 ꞞꞞ읎 뛰든 말든 상ꎀ없었닀. 하연읎 나가자 마자 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” 뭔가 읎상하닀는 생각읎 듀었닀. 귞녀는 딾 한서영을 ë°”ëŒëłŽë©° ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “2ìž” ì˜ŹëŒê°€ì„œ ìš°ëŠŹì§‘ì— 돈 될만한 ëŹŒê±ŽìŽ ì—†ì–ŽìĄŒëŠ”ì§€ 잘 삎펎뎐. ë“€êł  나가던 ìșëŠŹì–Žê°€ ꜀나 ëŹŽê±°ì›Œ ëłŽìŽë˜ë° í˜č시 챙êČšê°”ëŠ”ì§€ ëȘšë„Žìž–ì•„!” 잠시 후 ë¶€ëŠŹë‚˜ìŒ€ êł„ë‹šì„ 뛰얎낎렀였는 한서영의 손에 서넘가 하나 듀렀 있었닀. “엄마, 없얎진 걎 없얎요. 대신 ìčšëŒ€ ëšžëŠŹë§Ąì— 뭐가 하나 있얎요!” 서넘넌 ëčŒì•—ì•„ ì‚ŽíŽŽëłŽë˜ 읎 ì—Źì‚Źì˜ 눈ëč›ìŽ 흔듀렞닀. [읎혌합의서] 읎 ì—Źì‚ŹëŠ” êł§ìž„ 서쀀에êȌ 전화넌 걞얎 하연의 행각을 귞에êȌ ë‹€ 쏟아냈닀. 펄펄 뛰는 얎뚞니의 입에서 나였는 닚얎듀 쀑 ‘읎혌합의서’, ‘발Ʞ부전’ 등을 듀은 서쀀은 의자에 걞얎 둔 ì™žíˆŹë„Œ 걞ìč˜êł  슉시 회의싀을 나섰닀. "엄마, 엄마! 음닚 진정 ìą€ìš”." ê·žê°€ ë‚źì€ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 얎뚞니넌 진정시쌰닀. [낎가 지ꞈ 진정하êȌ 생êČŒì–Ž? 낮 귀한 아듀에êȌ 읎 따위 말듀을 썚 놹는데? 마ìčš í˜œêČœìŽê°€ ë“€ì–Žì˜Ź 거니êčŒ ìŽ 타읎밍에 집 나가쀀 걎 ì°ž êł ë§™ì§€ë§Œ. 아니, 지가 ë­ëŒêł  감히 뚌저 읎혌 얘Ʞ넌 êșŒë‚Ž? ëȘœë‘„읎 ì°œì§ˆëĄœ 쫓아낎도 ì‹œì›ì°źì„ 년

] 얎뚞니의 읎알Ʞ가 Ꞟ얎질 êȃ 같자 서쀀은 얎두욎 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ í†”í™”ìą…ëŁŒ ëČ„íŠŒì„ 눌렀닀. ì—Źíƒœê» ìˆœìą…ì ìŽêł  눈ìč˜ ëč ë„ŽêȌ 행동했던 하연읎 읎런 음을 저질렀닀는 ì‚Źì‹€ìŽ 도저히 ëŻżì–Žì§€ì§€ 않았닀. 하지만 ì–Žì Żë°€ 평소와는 달랐던 귞녀가 ìƒê°ë‚Źë‹€. 귞는 휮대폰 연띜ìȘ ëȘ©ëĄì—ì„œ 하연의 ëČˆí˜žë„Œ êČ€ìƒ‰í–ˆë‹€. ê·žê°€ 뚌저 전화넌 거는 êČƒì€ 3년만에 ìČ˜ìŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. 톔화연êČ°ìŒìŽ 듀늏는 순간, ëč„서싀 ê”Źë™í›„ 싀임읎 ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„°ì—ì„œ 낮멬더니 귞에êȌ 닀가왔닀. â€œì‚Źìž„ë‹˜, 방ꞈ 제 ìŽë©”ìŒëĄœ 서넘가 하나 도착했는데, 씜하연 ëč„서의 ì‚Źì§ì„œìž…ë‹ˆë‹€.” ê”Źì‹€ìž„ì€ 너묮 놀띌 숚읎 막힐 지êČœìŽì—ˆë‹€. “귞동안 씜ëč„서가 진행하던 ì‚Źì—…ë“€ìŽ 적지 않슔니닀. ê·ž 쀑 제음 쀑요한 í”„ëĄœì íŠžê°€ 두바읎 ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회읞데 씜ëč„서가 아직 후임자에êȌ ì—…ëŹŽ ìžêł„ë„Œ 하지 않았슔니닀. ì–Žë–»êȌ

 하싀 걎지  .” 서쀀의 낯ëč›ìŽ 더욱 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. 귞때 휎대폰에서 ì—Źìžì˜ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렀왔닀. [êł ê°ë‹˜ìŽ 전화넌 받을 수 없슔니닀. 잠시 후에 닀시 걞얎 ìŁŒì‹œêž° 바랍니닀.] 하, 씜하연. 지ꞈ 낮 전화 ì”č는닀 읎거지? 제6화 한서쀀을 찟아가닀 êł”í•­ 로ëč„에 서 있던 씜하연은 잠잠핎진 핞드폰에 숚읎 튞읎는 Ʞ분읎었닀. 아마도 였랫동안 한씚 ê°€ëŹžì—êȌ 얔압을 받았Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŒ êČƒìŽë‹€. 하지만 지ꞈ은 옚ëȘžìŽ 가ëČŒì› ë‹€. 였가는 ì—Źí–‰ê°ë“€ì„ 볮던 하연은 생각에 잠êČŒë‹€. ‘B시넌 ë– ë‚œë‹€êł  생각하니 ìą€ 싱숭생숭하넀.’ ‘귞래도 êŽœì°źì•„, 더 읎상 힘든 음은 없을 거알.’ 귞녀는 닚순히 한서쀀의 ì‚Źëž‘ìŽ ì‹ì—ˆë‹€êł ë§Œ 생각했지만, 지ꞈ은 읎 ëȘšë“  êȌ ë‹€ ê·žê°€ 닀넞 ì‚ŹëžŒì„ ì‚Źëž‘í•˜êł  있Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŽëŒëŠ” êČƒì„ 알 수 있었닀. â€˜ì°šëŒëŠŹ êč”끔하êȌ ë– ë‚˜ìŁŒëŠ” êȌ 더 나아.’ 하연은 êł§ìž„ êł”í•­ ìčŽìšŽí„°ëĄœ 가서 ìČŽíŹìžì„ í–ˆêł , ìŽëŻž Dê”­í–‰ 티쌓을 예맀한 상태였닀. ìČ˜ìŒ 귞녀는 ê°€ìĄ±ì„ 떠나 신분을 ìˆšêž°êł  B시에 ëšžëŹŒë €ë‹€. 읎ëČˆì— Dꔭ에서 엎늰 ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회 í”„ëĄœì íŠžë§Œ 아니었닀멎 할아ëČ„ì§€ëŠ” 귞녀와 서쀀을 ë§Œë‚˜êł  싶얎하셚을 êČƒìŽêł , 읎 í”„ëĄœì íŠžë„Œ HTê·žëŁč을 ìŠč읞하지 않았을 êČƒìŽë‹€. ê·žëŸŹë‚˜ 서쀀은 ê°ì‚Źí•Ží•˜êž°ëŠ”ì»€ë…• ê·žë…€ 혌자 ëłŽëƒˆë‹€. 읎제 하연 ì°šëĄ€ì˜€ë‹€. “안녕하십니êčŒ, 손님. 읎 티쌓은 í˜„ìžŹ 잠êČš 있얎 ë‹č분간 ìȘ멬할 수 없슔니닀.” ëč„슈니슀 ìčŽìšŽí„° 직원은 정쀑하êȌ 거절했닀. “잠êČšìžˆë‹€êł ìš”?” ëŻżì„ 수 없던 하연은 옚ëȘžìŽ 얌얎붙었닀. “귞럎 ëŠŹê°€ 없는데  , 닀시 한ëȈ 확읞핎 ìŁŒì‹œêČ ì–Žìš”?” â€œíšŒì‚Ź êł„ìąŒëĄœ 예맀하셚나요? 방ꞈ 환불한 êČƒìœŒëĄœ 확읞되는데, 신분슝 ìą€ ëłŽì—ŹìŁŒì‹œêČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆêčŒ?” “

.” 하연은 묾득 한 가지 ì‚Źì‹€ìŽ ë– ì˜Źëžë‹€. 귞녀는 서쀀의 ëč„서였Ʞ에 íšŒì‚Źì—ì„œ 만듀얎쀀 대부분의 êł„ìąŒëŠ” HTê·žëŁč읎 êŽ€ëŠŹí–ˆë‹€. ê·žëŠŹêł  신분슝은  . 얌마전 íšŒì‚Ź ìžì‚Źë¶€ì—ì„œ ì–Žë–€ êČƒì„ ë“±ëĄí•Žì•Œ 한닀며 ë“€êł  간 상태였닀. 하연은 너묮 ꞎ임핎 손읎 덜덜 ë–šë žë‹€. 귞녀는 상ìČ˜ë°–ì— 낚지 않은 읎 도시넌 하룹 ëčšëŠŹ ë– ë‚˜êł  ì‹¶ì–Ž ìČŽêł„ì ìŽì§€ ëȘ»í•œ 부분읎 많았닀. â€œìŁ„ì†Ąí•Žìš”, 제가 전화핎서 ëŹŒì–ŽëłŒêČŒìš”.” 귞녀는 ê°€ìž„ìžëŠŹëĄœ 걞얎가 휎대폰을 êșŒë‚Ž HTê·žëŁč ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ì— 전화넌 걞었지만 전화는 ê±žëŠŹì§€ ì•Šì•˜êł , ì‚Źìš©í•  수 없는 ëČˆí˜žëŒëŠ” 메시지만 ë–Žë‹€. 하연은 ëšžëŠŹì†ìŽ ìƒˆí•˜ì–˜ìĄŒë‹€. ‘얎떻êȌ 낮 휮대폰 ëȈ혾도 HTê·žëŁč에서 ìŒêŽ„ì ìœŒëĄœ êŽ€ëŠŹí•œë‹€ëŠ” 걞 ìžŠêł  있었을êčŒ!’ ‘HTê·žëŁč, HTê·žëŁč!’ HTê·žëŁč은 êł„ì†í•Žì„œ 귞녀의 걞늌돌읎었닀. êł”í•­ì„ ëč ì žë‚˜ì˜š 하연은 황꞉히 택시넌 ìžĄêł  HTê·žëŁč ëčŒë”©ìœŒëĄœ 햄했닀. ì°šì°œ ë°–ìœŒëĄœ ëč„ê°€ 한두방욞 떚얎지Ʞ ì‹œìž‘í–ˆêł , êł§ 우뚝 솟은 ê±ŽëŹŒë“€ìŽ 눈에 듀얎왔닀. 귞녀는 ìšŽì „êž°ì‚Źì—êȌ 돈을 걎넚 ë’€ ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëŒêł  HTê·žëŁč ëłžêŽ€ìœŒëĄœ 듀얎갔닀. 닀행히 귞녀의 í‡Žì‚Ź 소식은 아직 퍌지지 ì•Šì•˜êł , 하연은 ëč„에 ì –ì–Ž ííŠžëŸŹì§„ ëšžëŠŹë„Œ ì •ëŠŹí•œ 후 ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„°ë„Œ 탔닀. 귞녀는 ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ìŽ 있는 12잔을 눌렞닀. â€œì•„ìŽêł , 씜 ëč„서님, 였늘 ëč„ ì˜šë‹€êł  했는데 ëȘšë„Žì…šë‚˜ 뎐요.” ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ 찚임은 ì—Źì„±ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ 손짓을 슐êČš 하는 Ʞ생였띌ëč„읎자, 아부에 늄한 제읎슚읎었닀. 서쀀읎 하연에êȌ ìž˜í•ŽìŁŒì§€ 않는 êČƒì„ ëłž 귞는 평소 하연을 막대하는 데에 읔숙했닀. “낮 신분슝은 얎디있얎요?” 하연은 귞와 대화할 생각읎 없었Ʞ에 바로 요점부터 말했닀. “신분슝읎요? 귞럌 잘ëȘ» 찟아였셚넀요. 2분 전에 대표 ëč„서싀 ê”Ź 싀임님읎 가젞가셚는데 제가 ì–Žë–»êȌ 알êČ ì–Žìš”.” “

!” 하연은 읎 êČ°êłŒë„Œ 예상했얎알 했닀. 서쀀은 ëč„슈니슀넌 할 때 엄êČ©í•˜êł  신속하êȌ ì›€ì§ìŽêł  한ëȈ 한 말은 바꟞지 않는 B시에서 ì•Œì•„ìŁŒëŠ” 냉혈한읎었닀. ì–Žë–»êȌ 하연읎 쉜êȌ 귞에êȌ 도전할 수 있êČ ëŠ”ê°€! 하연읎 ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëŒêł  돌아서서 서쀀에êȌ ê°€ë €êł  하는데 제읎슚읎 귞녀넌 ìžĄì•˜ë‹€. 귞의 태도가 도발적읞지, 악의가 있는지는 불분ëȘ…했닀. â€œí•Žêł ë  수도 있얎요, 잘 생각핎요. 지ꞈ 위잔에서는 ꜀ 쀑요한 회의가 ì—ŽëŠŹêł  ìžˆêł , 한 대표님께는 ìŽëŻž 앜혌녀가 ìžˆë‹€êł  듀었얎요.” 제7화 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì˜ 부탁 한서쀀의 앜혌자? ì”œí•˜ì—°êłŒ 한서쀀은 ëč„ë°€ êČ°í˜Œì„ 했Ʞ에 íšŒì‚Ź ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì€ 귞녀가 서쀀의 ëč„서띌는 êȃ만 ì•Œêł  있었닀. ‘귞럌 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì„ ê°€ëŠŹí‚€ëŠ” 걎가?’ 하연의 읎혌협의서에 ìž‰íŹë„ 마넎Ʞ 전에 혜êČœì€ HTê·žëŁč에 화렀하êȌ 등임했닀. 나쀑에 귞녀는 한때 하연읎 잀던 ìčšëŒ€ì—ì„œ 잠을 ìžêł  ì„œì€€êłŒ ìž ìžëŠŹë„Œ 가지Ʞ도 할 êČƒìŽë‹€. 읎 생각에 하연은 손읎 ë–šëŠŹêž° 시작했지만 êČ‰ìœŒëĄœëŠ” 닮닮하êȌ 대닔했닀. â€œêł ë§ˆì›Œìš”.” ê·žëŠŹêł  귞녀는 êł§ë°”ëĄœ ìžì‚ŹíŒ€ ì‚ŹëŹŽì‹€ì„ 나갔닀. 제읎슚은 알 수 없는 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ 하연의 뒷ëȘšìŠ”을 바띌뎀닀. â€˜ì•„ìŽêł , 씜 ëč„서님읎 대표님을 ìą‹ì•„í•˜ëŠ” 걎 ë°”ëłŽê°€ 아닌 읎상 ëȘšë‘ê°€ ë‹€ 알 수 있는데, í•Žêł ë˜ì§€ 않는 êȌ 더 읎상하지.’ 귞는 컎퓚터넌 볎며 말했닀. “아, 또 ìžŹë°ŒëŠ” 음읎 생ꞰêČ ë„€.” 대표싀읎 있는 잔에 도착한 하연은 ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„°ì—ì„œ ë‚ŽëŠŹìžë§ˆìž ê”Źë™í›„ë„Œ ë§Œë‚Źë‹€. “씜 ëč„서님, 였셚넀요.” 귞녀의 ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëłž 동후는 틀늌없읎 하연읎 신분슝을 ì°Ÿêž° 위핎 왔닀는 êČƒì„ ì•Œêł  신분슝읎 있는 회의싀을 ê°€ëŠŹìŒ°ë‹€. “ëč„서님 신분슝은 대표님께 드렞얎요. 아직 회의 쀑읎신데, 아직 섞 ëČˆì§ž 회의예요. ꞉하시멎 제가 말씀드늎êčŒìš”?” “아뇚, 귞럎 필요 없얎요.” 하연은 ëŹŽë€ë€í•˜êȌ 말했닀. â€œì—Źêž°ì„œ Ʞ닀늎êČŒìš”.” “넀, 알êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. 컀플 한 잔 ê°–ë‹€ 드멮êčŒìš”?” 동후는 서쀀읎 귞녀넌 í•Žêł í•  생각읎 없닀는 êČƒì„ ì•Œêł  있었닀. 하연은 많은 음을 닮ë‹čí•˜êł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , 쀑요한 í”„ëĄœì íŠžê°€ 많아 귞녀넌 í•Žêł í•˜ë©Ž ë‹č임 적ë‹č한 직원을 ì°Ÿêž°ê°€ 힘듀었Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŽë‹€. 하연을 대하는 귞의 태도는 ì „ëłŽë‹€ í›šì”Ź ë¶€ë“œëŸŹì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. “Kꔭ식 핞드드늜 컀플예요, 배욎지 얌마 안 됐지만요.” “전 정말 êŽœì°źì•„ìš”.” ì„œì€€êłŒ êč”끔하êȌ í—€ì–Žì§€êł  싶었던 하연은 ìŁŒìœ„ ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì—êȌ êłì„ ë‚Žì–ŽìŁŒì§€ 않았닀. 읎 말을 듀은 동후는 ì•„ëŹŽ 말도 하지 ì•Šêł  얎두욎 ì–Œê”ŽëĄœ 회의싀에 듀얎가 서쀀에êȌ 서넘넌 걎넞닀. 하연은 대표싀 앞을 지나가닀 회의싀 ìȘœì„ 힐끗 ìłë‹€ëŽ€ë‹€. ëŹží‹ˆì‚ŹìŽëĄœ ëłŽìž 회의싀 낎부에는 ì—ŹëŸŹ ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 테읎랔을 ì€‘ì‹ŹìœŒëĄœ 앉아 있었닀. 귞녀는 서쀀의 뒷ëȘšìŠ”êłŒ 정임도 ëČ„í‹°ì§€ ëȘ»í•  ì •ë„ëĄœ 넓은 귞의 ì–Žêčšë„Œ 뎀닀. 귞는 양ìȘœì— 있는 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì˜ ëłŽêł ë„Œ ë“Łêł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , ìĄ°êžˆì”© ëłŽìŽëŠ” 서쀀의 얌ꔎ은 찚가웠윌며 한 ëČˆì”© 입술읎 움직였닀. 서쀀은 회의에 ì§‘ì€‘í•˜êł  있었닀. 시선을 돌며 하연은 자신의 손에 듀늰 ìșëŠŹì–Žì™€ ëč„에 흠뻑 젖은 옷을 ë‚Žë €ë‹€ëłŽì•˜ë‹€. 마음 같아서는 회의싀에 ë“€ì–Žê°€êł  싶었지만, 귞걎 ë„ëŠŹê°€ ì•„ë‹ˆëŒêł  생각했닀. 귞녀는 닀시 대표싀을 ë°”ëŒëłŽì•˜ë‹€. 불툏ëȘ…한 ìœ ëŠŹì˜€ì§€ë§Œ 얎렎풋읎 í‘č신한 의자에 앉아 있는 ì—Źì„±ì˜ ì‹€ëŁšì—ŁìŽ ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. ê·ž ì—ŹìžëŠ” ëł‘ì›ì—ì„œ 우연히 ë§ˆìŁŒìł€ë˜ 혜êČœìŽ 분ëȘ…했닀. 지ꞈ 듀얎가는 걎 자신의 ë¶€ë„ëŸŹì›€ì„ 더할 ëżìŽì—ˆë‹€. 읎런 생각에 하연은 짐을 잠시 ëłŽêŽ€í•œ 후 í™”ìž„ì‹€ëĄœ 가 ì°ŹëŹŒëĄœ 섞수넌 하며 서쀀에êȌ ì–Žë–»êȌ ëŒë €ë‹ŹëŒêł  할지 생각하며 마음을 진정시쌰닀. “씜 ëč„서님, 왜 읎렇êȌ 늩êȌ 였셚얎요!” 손을 ì”»ìœŒëŸŹ 옚 읞턎 ëč„서가 닀가와 ìžì‚Źë„Œ 걎넞닀. “귞렇êȌ 됐넀.” 하연은 별닀넞 ì„€ëȘ…을 하지 않았닀. 읞턎 ëč„서가 떠난 후 íœŽì§€ëĄœ 얌ꔎ을 닊윌며 자신의 얌ꔎ을 바띌뎀닀. ‘지난 ëČˆì— Dꔭ에서 큰였ëč ê°€ 삎읎 ëč ìĄŒë‹€êł  하Ꞟ래 닀읎얎튞 í•œë‹€êł  했었는데  .’ ‘닀시 ìƒê°í•ŽëłŽë‹ˆ 읎 êČ°í˜Œ ë•ŒëŹžì— 슀튞레슀 받은 거였얎.’ ‘귞래, êČ°êłŒì ìœŒëĄœ 잘한 선택읎알.’ 귞때 갑자Ʞ 화임싀 ëŹžìŽ ì—ŽëŠŹë”ë‹ˆ 우아한 자태의 ì—Źì„±ìŽ 듀얎왔닀. 귞녀의 얌ꔎ은 í•˜ì–—êł  툏ëȘ…했윌며 삎짝 ë¶ˆëŁ©í•œ 배넌 ì œì™ží•˜êł ëŠ” 옚ëȘžì—ì„œ êł ê·€í•šêłŒ 우아핚읎 ëŹŒì”Ź 풍êČŒë‹€. 혜êČœì„ ëłž 하연은 왠지 ëȘšë„ŽêȌ 엎등감읎 생êČŒë‹€. 귞녀는 ìžŹëčšëŠŹ 낚은 ëŹŒêž°ë„Œ ë‹Šêł , ì˜·ë§€ëŹŽìƒˆë„Œ ì •ëŠŹí•œ 후 돌아서서 나가렀 했닀. “잠시만요.” ê·žëŸŹë‚˜ 옆에서 혜êČœì˜ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렞닀. “방ꞈ ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ìŽ 씜 ëč„ì„œë‹˜ìŽëŒêł  부넎던데, 서쀀 씚 ëč„서 ë§žìŁ ?” 가êčŒì›Œì§€ëŠ” ë°œì†ŒëŠŹì— 하연의 ëȘžì€ ê·žëŒ€ëĄœ ê”łì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. 혜êČœì€ 귞녀에êȌ 닀가가 부드럜êȌ ëŻžì†Œë„Œ 지었닀. “서쀀 씚 회의가 êł§ 끝날 êȃ 같은데 컀플 한 잔만 ëŒ€í‘œì‹€ëĄœ 가젞닀 ìŁŒì‹œêČ ì–Žìš”? 현혾 씚가 ëŹŽìŠš 컀플넌 ìą‹ì•„í•˜ëŠ”ì§€ 잘 아시잖아요, ê·žë ‡ìŁ ?” 제8화 저에êȌ ì•„ìŁŒ 쀑요한 ëŹŒê±Žì„ 대표님께서 ê°€ì§€êł  êł„ì‹­ë‹ˆë‹€ 씜하연은 ìŽëŻž ì‚Źì§ì„œë„Œ 냈윌니 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì˜ 말을 듀을 ì˜ëŹŽê°€ 없얎 거절했닀. ê·žëŠŹêł  ëŻŒí˜œêČœì˜ 부탁은 거의 ëȘ…ë č에 가êčŒì› êž°ì— 귞녀의 ì‹Źêž°ë„Œ 불펞하êȌ 만듀었닀. 하지만 하연의 신분슝읎 아직 한서쀀에êȌ 있윌니 ë§ˆì§€ë§‰ìœŒëĄœ ìžĄë‹€í•œ 음을 ë§Ąêž°ëĄœ 했닀. 더불얎 컀플넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒë©Žì„œ 자연슀레 귞에êȌ 말을 걞 수도 있었닀. 하연은 ì‹Źí˜žíĄì„ 한 ë’€ 동의했닀. “알êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€.” “귞럌 부탁할êČŒìš”.” ê·žë ‡êȌ 말한 후 혜êČœì€ 화임싀을 나갔닀. 임신 후 ëȘšì„±ì• ê°€ 귞녀넌 감싞는 순간읎 잠시 있었지만, ì—Źì „ížˆ 혜êČœì—êČŒì„œ 풍êČš 나였는 ìžì‹ ê°êłŒ 화렀핚은 í•˜ì—°êłŒ ëŒ€ìĄ°ì ìŽì—ˆë‹€. êłŒê±° 하연은 부유한 집안의 귞늘 아래 혜êČœëłŽë‹€ 더하멎 더했지 덜하지는 않았닀. 하지만 ëȘ‡ 년읎 흐넞 지ꞈ, 하연은 쎈띌한 신섞였닀. 엄ìȭ난 êČ©ì°šì— 귞녀는 ì œìžëŠŹì— 우뚝 서 있었닀. êčŠì€ 한숚을 ë‚Žì‰Źë©° 감정을 추슀늰 후 ìœ ë‹ˆíŒìœŒëĄœ ê°ˆì•„ìž…êł  화임싀에서 나옚 하연은 탕ëč„ì‹€ëĄœ 가서 컀플넌 만듀었닀. 서쀀은 흑섀탕 3 í‹°ìŠ€í‘ŒêłŒ 우유넌 ë„Łì€ ì•„ë©”ëŠŹìčŽë…žë„Œ ìą‹ì•„í–ˆë‹€. 회의가 끝난 ì‚ŹëžŒë“€ì€ 하나 둘씩 회의싀을 ëč ì žë‚˜ì™”지만 귞녀는 서쀀을 발êČŹí•˜ì§€ ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. ‘ëČŒìš ëŒ€í‘œì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎간 걎가?’ 하연은 컀플넌 ë“€êł  대표싀 ëŹžì„ 두드렞닀. “듀얎였섞요.” 안에서 듀렀옚 êČƒì€ 서쀀의 찚가욎 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 아닌 ì˜ší™”í•˜êł  ë¶€ë“œëŸŹìšŽ 혜êČœì˜ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹì˜€ë‹€. 하연은 손읎 ë–šë € 하마터멎 컀플넌 쏟을 뻔했닀. ꞎ êł ëŻŒ 끝에 귞녀는 마ìčšë‚Ž 용Ʞ넌 낎얎 대표싀 ëŹžì„ 엎었닀. ëŹžì„ 엎자마자 귞녀는 서쀀의 ëŹŽëŠŽì— 앉아 귞의 ëȘ©ì„ ê»Žì•ˆêł  있는 혜êČœì„ 발êČŹí–ˆë‹€. 얎느정도 예상은 했지만 ê·ž 임멎을 두 ëˆˆìœŒëĄœ 볮니 하연은 진정할 수 ì—†ì—ˆêł  ì‹Źìž„ì€ êł í†”ìœŒëĄœ ë›°êł  있었닀. ëŒ€í‘œì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎옚 하연을 ëłž 혜êČœì€ ìĄ°êžˆ ë‹č황한 ë“Żí–ˆë‹€. â€œì—Źêž°ì— ë‘êł  나가시멎 돌요.” 혜êČœì˜ ë¶€ë“œëŸŹìšŽ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹì— 귞녀는 닀시 ëšžëŠżì†ìŽ ëł”ìžĄí•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 하연은 ìȜìȜ히 êł ê°œë„Œ ë“€ì—ˆêł  ꜀ 가êčŒìšŽ ê±°ëŠŹì—ì„œ 자신을 ë°”ëŒëłŽêł  있는 서쀀의 ëˆˆêłŒ ë§ˆìŁŒìł€ë‹€. 귞의 눈에서 ëżœì–Žì ž 나였는 냉Ʞ가 닚숚에 자신을 삌쌜ëȄ멮 êȃ 같았닀. ê·ž 순간 하연은 ì§ê°ì ìœŒëĄœ 서쀀읎 ìŒë¶€ëŸŹ 귞런 ëȘšìŠ”을 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€ëŠ” êČƒì„ 알았닀. ‘낎가 왜 왔는 지 알멎서 나한테 ê”łìŽ 읎런 ëȘšìŠ”을 ëłŽìŽëŠ” 읎유가 뭐알!’ “씜 ëč„서님?” ìš°ìż ì»€ë‹ˆ 서 있는 하연을 ëłž 혜êČœìŽ 입을 엎었닀. “넀.” 하연은 êł ê°œë„Œ 삎짝 ë„ë•ìŽêł  컀플넌 테읎랔 위에 ì˜Źë € 놓은 후 도망ìč˜ë“Ż 돌아갔지만 당 두 걞음 만에 걞음을 멈췄닀. 뒀에서 듀렀였는 희믾한 ì†ŒëŠŹì— 귞녀의 ëšžëŠŹì†ì—” 뒀엉쌜 있는 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì˜ ëȘšìŠ”ëżìŽì—ˆë‹€. 하연은 ë‹€ëŠŹì— 힘읎 풀렀 ìŁŒì €ì•‰ì„ êȃ 같았닀. 하지만 í•„ì‚Źì ìœŒëĄœ ëČ„í…Œë‹€. ê·žëŸŹë‚˜ 혜êČœì€ ìžì‹ êłŒ 서쀀, 둘만의 시간을 방핎하는 귞녀의 ìĄŽìžŹê°€ ê±°ìŠŹë žë‹€. “씜 ëč„서님, 또 닀넞 용걎 있윌섞요?” “귞  .” 하연은 끝낮 용Ʞ넌 낎얎 닀시 한ëȈ 뒀넌 돌아 말했닀. “저에êȌ ì•„ìŁŒ 쀑요한 ëŹŒê±Žì„ 대표님께서 ê°€ì§€êł  êł„ì‹­ë‹ˆë‹€. 대표님, ëŒë €ìŁŒì„žìš”.” 200ì œêł±ëŻží„°ì— 달하는 대표싀의 분위Ʞ는 순식간에 얌얎붙었닀. 책상 위에는 서넘가 ì‚°ë”ëŻžìČ˜ëŸŒ ìŒ“ì—Ź ìžˆêł , 흰 셔잠넌 ìž…êł  ê°€ìŁœ 의자에 앉아 있는 서쀀은 소늄 끌ìč˜ëŠ” 표정을 ì§“êł  있었닀. “아? ëŹŒê±ŽìŽìš”?” 읎 말을 듀은 혜êČœì€ í˜žêž°ì‹ŹìŽ 발동했는지 서쀀을 더 ꜉ 껎안윌며 ëŹŒì—ˆë‹€. “서쀀 씚, 왜 ëč„서 ëŹŒê±Žì„ 숚Ʞ는 거알?” “아, ëł„ê±° 아니알.” 서쀀은 혜êČœì˜ 얇은 팔을 ìžĄì•„ë‹čêČŒêł , 하연의 눈 앞에서 두 ì‚ŹëžŒì˜ ëȘžì„ 더 밀착시쌰닀. 하연은 입술을 질끈 êčšëŹŒêł  ì•„ëŹŽ 말도 하지 않았지만 í”ŒëˆˆëŹŒìŽ 나는 Ʞ분읎었닀. 낹 볎닀 ëȘ»í•œ 서쀀은 귞녀넌 ë°”ëŒëłŽë©° 말했닀. “나가뎐.” ê·ž 말은 ê°•ë Źí•˜êł ë„ 가í˜č했닀. 귞런 서쀀의 ëȘšìŠ”은 귞녀에êȌ 신분슝을 쉜êȌ 돌렀쀄 생각읎 없얎 ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. “제 신분슝읎에요.” 혜êČœìŽ 있는 틈을 타 귞녀는 ë‹šë„ì§ìž…ì ìœŒëĄœ 말핮 읎 음을 핮êČ°í•˜êł  êč”끔하êȌ ë– ë‚˜êł  싶었을 뿐 잠시도 ì—Źêž°ì— ëšžëŹŒêł  싶지 않았닀. “전 ìŽëŻž HTê·žëŁč에서 퇎직했는데 대표님께서 왜 제 신분슝을 가젞 가셚는지 ëȘšë„ŽêČ ì–Žìš”? 대표님읎 저에êȌ 닀넞 감정읎띌도 ê°€ì§€êł  êł„ì‹  걎 아닌지 ì˜ì‹ŹìŠ€ëŸœìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. HTê·žëŁč에는 음 잘하는 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ ì°šêł  넘ìč˜ìž–ì•„ìš”. 저 같은 ëč„서에êȌ 귞런 ëč„엎한 ë°©ëČ•ì€ ì‚Źìš©í•˜ì§€ 않윌셚윌멎 ìą‹êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€.” 제9화 ëȘšë‘ê°€ ë‹€ 볮는 앞에서 유니폌을 ëČ—ë‹€ 대표싀은 ì‚Žì–ŒìŒìž„êłŒ 같았닀. 늘 한서쀀을 ìĄ°ì‹ŹìŠ€ëŸœêȌ 대하던 씜하연읎 ê°•ì••ì ìŽêł  찚가욎 태도넌 ëłŽìž êČƒì€ 읎ëČˆìŽ ìČ˜ìŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. 귞녀의 말에 서쀀의 얌ꔎ읎 ꞈ섞 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. “정말읎알, 서쀀 씚?” 혜êČœìŽ 닀가옚 순간, 서쀀은 귞녀가 눈ìč˜ì±„ì§€ ëȘ»í•˜êȌ ëŻžê°„ì„ 찌푞렞닀. “정말읎êČ ì–Ž?” 귞는 서늘한 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ 말했닀. “저 ì—Źìž 말대로 HTê·žëŁč에 음 잘 하는 ì‚ŹëžŒì€ ì°šêł  ë„˜ìł€ì–Ž. 저런 음개 ëč„서의 신분슝은 원하지도, 필요하지도 않아.” â€œí‡Žì‚Źí•˜êž° 전에 ìžìˆ˜ìžêł„ëŠ” 똑바로 핎알지. ìž…ì‚Źí•  때 지꞉한 유니폌을 ìž…êł  ìžìˆ˜ìžêł„ë„ 없읎 떠나는 걎 HTê·žëŁč 규ìč™ì— 얎Ꞌ나니êčŒ.” 귞제알 하연은 자신의 신분슝을 읎용핎 HTê·žëŁčìœŒëĄœ ë¶ˆëŸŹë“€ìž 서쀀의 의도넌 알아찚렞닀. ìŽêłłì— 낚거나 ì•„ëŹŽêȃ도 없읎 떠나거나. 서쀀은 읎런 ë°©ëČ•ì„ ì‚Źìš©í•Ž 귞녀넌 í•­ëł”í•˜ë„ëĄ í•˜ë €êł  했윌며 하연읎 항볔할 êČƒìŽëŒ 확신했닀. ê·ž 순간, 하연에êȌ 낚아 있던 마지막 ìžìĄŽì‹ŹêčŒì§€ ëȘšìĄ°ëŠŹ 짓밟혔닀. “아, 귞런 거알? 귞런 거멎 씜 ëč„서가 잘ëȘ»í–ˆë„€.” “순간 씜 ëč„서랑 서쀀 씚 ì‚ŹìŽì— 뭔가 있는 쀄 알았잖아.” 혜êČœìŽ 서쀀의 품을 더 íŒŒêł ë“œëŠ” êČƒì„ ëłž 하연은 믞ìčœë“ŻìŽ 떹멬는 마음을 ì–”ëˆ„ë„Žêł  êČ€ì€ìƒ‰ 유니폌 자쌓을 ëČ—êł  셔잠넌 하나씩 풀었닀. “ëČ—ì„êČŒìš”.” 간êČ°í•˜êł  확싀한 ë„€ Ꞁ자. ‘서쀀 씚 말읎 맞아. 끝낌 거멎 확싀하êȌ 끝낎알지.’ 귞녀의 ê°‘ìž‘ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ 행동에 대표싀은 삜시간에 êł ìš”í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. 혜êČœì€ ëŻżì„ 수 없닀는 í‘œì •ìœŒëĄœ 귞녀넌 바띌뎀닀. ìŽëŻž êł ê°œë„Œ 숙읞 서쀀의 ìš•ì •ìœŒëĄœ ì–ŒëŁ©ì§„ 서늘한 눈ëč›ìŽ 얌얎붙었닀. 귞는 씜귌 하연읎 ìŽì „êłŒ 확연히 닀넎닀는 êČƒì„ 분ëȘ…하êȌ 느ꌈ닀. 읎 느낌은 귞녀가 자신의 ìĄ±ì‡„ì—ì„œ 완전히 ëČ—ì–Žë‚œ êȃìČ˜ëŸŒ 말로는 ì„€ëȘ…하Ʞ 얎렀욎 감정읎었닀. 서쀀은 완전히 톔제렄을 잃었닀. 아니멎 3년읎띌는 êČ°í˜Œ 생활동안 귞녀넌 ì •ë§ëĄœ 읎핎하지 ëȘ»í•œ 걎 아닐êčŒ? 대표싀의 ì†ŒëŹžìŽ ëč ë„ŽêȌ 퍌지자 많은 직원듀읎 돞 앞에서 Ʞ웃거렞닀. ì•„ëŹŽë„ 항상 ì˜ší™”í•˜êł  ìčœì ˆí–ˆë˜ 하연에êȌ 귞런 ê±°ìčœ ë©ŽìŽ 있을 거띌 생각하지 ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. 셔잠넌 ëČ—ì€ 하연은 하얀 나시만 ìž…êł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , 귞녀의 아늄닀욎 ëȘžë§€ê°€ ë“œëŸŹë‚Źë‹€. 귞녀의 ëȘžë§€ê°€ ë“œëŸŹë‚˜ìž 밖에 있던 ë™ëŁŒë“€ì€ 입을 ë‹€ëŹŒì§€ ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. “정말 ëČ—ì„ 쀄은 ëȘ°ëžì–Žìš”, 귌데 씜 ëč„서님 ëȘžë§€ 진짜 예쁘넀요  .” “아니, ìš°ëŠŹ 유니폌읎 읎렇êȌ 펑퍌짐한데 누가 씜 ëč„서님 ëȘžë§€ê°€ 저렇êȌ ìą‹ì„ì§€ 알았êČ ì–Žìš”?” ê”Źë™í›„ì˜ 댈 때멬는 말로 귞듀의 수닀가 멈췄닀. â€œì•„ìŁŒ 한가하지? 음 안 핮? 전부 월꞉에서 êčŽìŒ 쀄 알아!” ëȘšì—Ź 있던 직원듀은 ì„œëĄœì˜ 눈ìč˜ë„Œ 볎닀 슉시 각자의 ìžëŠŹëĄœ 돌아갔닀. 귞제알 동후는 삎짝 엎늰 ì°œëŹž í‹ˆìœŒëĄœ 안을 ë“€ì—Źë‹€ëłŽì•˜êł  읎핎가 안 되는 부분읎 마음속에서 충돌했닀. ‘대표님읎 ìŽëŻž í‡Žì‚Źí•œ 음개 ëč„서 ë•ŒëŹžì— 음을 읎렇êȌ ì–Žë ”êȌ 만드는 걎 ìČ˜ìŒ 뎐, 도대ìČŽ ëŹŽìŠš 음읎 있었던 거알?’ 대표싀 안에서 나시 하나만 ìž…êł  있던 하연은 ê°‘ìž‘ìŠ€ëŸŹìšŽ ì°Ź êł”êž°ì— 움찔했닀. 귞녀는 추위넌 êȬ딘 후 간신히 êł ê°œë„Œ 듀었닀. “대표님, 읎제 제 신분슝 ìą€ ìŁŒì‹€ëž˜ìš”?” 하연은 ê·žê°€ 또 닀넞 읎유넌 대며 거절할êčŒ ëŽ 걱정하며 말했닀. “말씀하신 ìžìˆ˜ìžêł„ëŠ” 제가 ìžëŠŹë„Œ ìžĄì€ 후 ê”Ź 싀임님께 ìŽë©”ìŒëĄœ 볮낮êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€. 대표님 마음에 듀지 않윌멎 지난 달 월꞉은 안 ìŁŒì…”ë„ 됩니닀.” 읎는 ì„œì€€êłŒì˜ êŽ€êł„ë„Œ 완전히 끊êȠ닀는 뜻읎었닀. 서쀀의 êČ€ì€ 눈동자는 ì„œëŠ˜í•ŽìĄŒêł , í™•êł í•œ 하연의 ëȘšìŠ”에 알 수 없는 감정읎 가슎 êčŠì€ êłłì—ì„œë¶€í„° 휘ëȘ°ì•„ìč˜êł  있었닀. 제10화 였ëč ì˜ 마쀑 “서쀀 씚?” ëŻŒí˜œêČœì€ 한 êł”ê°„ì— 같읎 있는 읎 두 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ ì–Žë–€ êŽ€êł„ìžì§€ ëȘšë„ž 채 ê·žì € 씜하연읎 눈에 ê±°ìŠŹëŠŹêž°ë§Œ 했닀. “서쀀 씚, 얌넞 ìŁŒêł  볮낮! 였늘 ìš°ëŠŹ 부ëȘšë‹˜ìŽ 낎가 ë‹č신 ë°ëŠŹêł  였는 쀄 ì•Œêł  êž°ë‹€ëŠŹêł  있얎, 였랫동안 ëȘ» ë§Œë‚Źìž–ì•„, ìš°ëŠŹ 부ëȘšë‹˜ìŽ 서쀀 씚 ëłŽêł  싶대.” ë¶€ë“œëŸŹìšŽ 귞녀의 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹì— 한서쀀은 정신을 ì°šë žë‹€. 한씚 ê°€ëŹžì€ ëŻŒì”š ê°€ëŹžì— 가책을 ëŠëŒêł  있얎 귞는 ëŻŒì”š 저택에 ë°©ëŹží–ˆì–Žì•Œ 했닀. 하지만 읎 말에도 하연의 얌ꔎ은 서쀀에 대한 ëȘšë“  êČƒë“€ìŽ 더 읎상 귞녀와 ì•„ëŹŽ 상ꎀ읎 없는 êȃìČ˜ëŸŒ 평옚했닀. 서쀀은 ë‹”ë‹”í•˜êł  ëł”ìžĄí–ˆë‹€. “저Ʞ 있얎.” 하연은 ê·žê°€ í„±ìœŒëĄœ ê°€ëŠŹí‚š ìȘœì„ 바띌뎀닀. ê·žêłłì—” 신분슝읎 정수Ʞ 밑에 ì•„ëŹŽë ‡êȌ나 ë„ëžŒëŸŹì§„ 채 마ìč˜ ê·žë…€ìČ˜ëŸŒ ëČ„ëŠŒë°›ì€ êȃìČ˜ëŸŒ ëłŽì˜€ë‹€. “넀.” 하연은 씁쓞한 마음을 ì–”ëˆ„ë„Žêł  신분슝을 ìŁŒì›Œë“€ì€ ë’€ 뒀도 ëŒì•„ëłŽì§€ ì•Šêł  돌아서서 대표싀을 떠낏닀. ê·ž 뒀에는 날ìčŽëĄ­êł  찚가욎 시선읎 귞녀넌 따띌닀니는 êȃ 같았닀. 대표싀 ëŹžì„ ì—Žêł  나가는 순간 ì‚ŹëŹŽì‹€ 직원듀의 시선읎 음제히 쏠렞닀. ê·žì € í„ëŻžëĄ­êȌ 볮는 ì‚ŹëžŒë„ ìžˆêł  동정하는 ì‚ŹëžŒë„ 있었지만 귞듀의 시선에는 ê°€ì‹­ê±°ëŠŹëŒëŠ” ë°°êČœìŽ êč”ë € 있었닀. 더ꔰ닀나 íšŒì‚Źì—ì„  하연읎 서쀀을 êŒŹì…”ì„œ 귞에êȌ 쫓êȚ낏닀는 ì†ŒëŹžë„ 돌았닀. 귞녀는 ëČ•ì ìœŒëĄœ 서쀀의 부읞읎었지만, ë‚Žì—°ë…€ëĄœ ìč˜ë¶€ëë‹€. 하연은 눈시욞읎 ë¶‰ì–ŽìĄŒë‹€. ëˆˆëŹŒì„ ì°žêž° 위핎 애쓰며 1ìž” 로ëč„에 도착했을 때 뒀에서 닀가였는 발자ꔭ ì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 듀렞닀. “씜 ëč„서님, 밖에 ëč„ ì™€ìš”. 추우시멎 제 êČ‰ì˜· 드멮êČŒìš”.” 우산을 가젞닀쀀 ì‚ŹëžŒì€ 닀늄아닌 ê”Źë™í›„ì˜€ë‹€. ‘맀정한 HTê·žëŁč에도 따뜻한 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 있ꞎ í•˜ê”Źë‚˜.’ êČ‰ì˜·ì„ ëČ—ìœŒë €ëŠ” 동후넌 ëłž 하연은 귞넌 말늏며 씁쓞핚을 ëȘ©ì— 삌쌰닀. “아니에요, êł ë§ˆì›Œìš” ê”Ź 싀임님. 읎제 만날 음도 없êČ ë„€ìš”.” 귞녀의 씁쓞한 표정을 ëłž 동후는 입을 움직였지만 한동안 ëŹŽìŠš 말을 핎알 할지 ëȘ°ëžë‹€. ê·žê°€ ëšžë­‡ê±°ëŠŹëŠ” ì‚ŹìŽ 하연은 ëŻžë šì—†ìŽ ìžëŠŹë„Œ 떠나 ëč— ì†ìœŒëĄœ 뛰얎듀었닀. 읎럎 때는 폭풍우만읎 êżˆì—ì„œ êčšì–Žë‚  수 있는 유음한 ë°©ëČ•ìŽì—ˆë‹€. êł”í•­ìœŒëĄœ 햄하는 택시에 앉아 ì°œë°–ìœŒëĄœ 쏟아지는 ëč—쀄Ʞ넌 ë°”ëŒëłŽë˜ 하연은 ëȘ‡ 년 동안 삎았던 도시가 눈에 듀얎와 ì°žì§€ ëȘ»í•˜êł  전화넌 걞었닀. 전화가 연êČ°ë˜ìžë§ˆìž 지ìčœ ê·žë…€ëŠ” 젖 ëšč던 힘을 닀핎 말했닀. “였ëč â€Šâ€Š.” 귞녀는 상대에êȌ ëȘ‡ 마디 말을 한 ë’€ 전화넌 끊었닀. 8시간 후, 전용Ʞ가 B시 êł”í•­ì— 착넙했닀. 하연은 킀가 íŹêł  êČ€ì€ 옷을 입은 한 낚자의 품에 안êČŒë‹€. 뒀에 있던 êČœí˜žì›ìŽ 귞녀의 ìșëŠŹì–Žë„Œ ëŒêł  두 ì‚ŹëžŒì„ 전용Ʞ에 태웠닀. 

 늊은 ë°€, êČ€ì€ìƒ‰ ëȀ틀늏 한 대가 ìȜìȜ히 한씚 êł íƒìœŒëĄœ 듀얎섰닀. ë’·ìąŒì„ì— 앉아 있던 서쀀은 êł ê°œë„Œ 듀얎 ëŹŽì„±í•œ ꎀëȘ© 아래 êł ìž” 저택을 바띌뎀닀. 평소 늘 불읎 쌜젞 있던 ìčšì‹€ë„ ì–Žë‘Ąêž°ë§Œ 했닀. ‘진짜 ê°”ê”Źë‚˜.’ 혜êČœì€ 서늘한 서쀀의 Ʞ욎을 ëŠêŒˆêł , ì‹ì‚Ź ìžëŠŹì—ì„œ 귞녀의 아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ 한 말 ë•ŒëŹžì— 화난 êȌ 분ëȘ…í•˜ë‹€êł  생각했닀. “서쀀 씚, ë°„ ëšč을 때 ìš°ëŠŹ 얞니랑 서쀀 씚 ì‚ŹìŽì— 음얎난 ìŒëĄœ Ʞ분읎 상했닀는 ê±° 알아. êČ°í˜Œì€ 서두넎지 않아도 돌, ìš°ëŠŹ 아ëč ëŠ” 신êČœ 쓰지 마. ìš°ëŠŹ 아ëč ëŠ” 낎가 혌전임신읎띌 ìžŹìŽ‰í•˜ëŠ” êČƒëżìŽì•Œâ€Šâ€Š.” 혜êČœì˜ 말에 서쀀은 생각을 ë’€ëĄœ ëŻžë€„ë‘êł , 귞녀가 ìžĄì€ 자신의 소맀 끝을 볎며 말했닀. â€œê”ŹêČšìĄŒë„€.” 혜êČœì€ 귞의 말에 ëŹŽì˜ì‹ì ìœŒëĄœ 손을 뗐닀. ê·ž 후 서쀀은 ëŹžì„ ì—Žêł  찚에서 ë‚Žë žêł , 혜êČœì€ 쓞쓞히 떠나는 귞의 뒷ëȘšìŠ”을 멍하니 바띌뎀닀. ‘였늘 대표싀에서 자Ʞ 닀늏 위에 앉혔윌멎서 ì–Žë–»êȌ 하룹도 안 ì§€ë‚ŹëŠ”ë° 딮 ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 된 거알?’ 하지만 귞녀는 생각은 잠시 ëŻžë€„ë‘êł  서쀀의 뒀넌 따띌 찚에서 낎렞닀. 제11화 ì°žê°€ 자êČ©ìŽ 박탈ë‹č하닀 êł íƒì—ì„œ 한찞을 Ʞ닀늰 가정부는 돌아옚 한서쀀의 ì™žíˆŹë„Œ ë°›ì•„ë“€ì—ˆêł , 서쀀의 뒀에 있는 ëŻŒí˜œêČœì„ ëłŽêł  잠시 ë©í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. “혜êČœ 아가씚, 방은 쀀ëč„핎 뒀슔니닀. 읎ìȘœ ëł”ë„ë„Œ 따띌 ì˜ŹëŒê°€ì‹œë©Ž 됩니닀.” 서쀀을 따띌 êł„ë‹šìœŒëĄœ 햄하던 혜êČœì€ 멈춰 서서 ëŻżì„ 수 없닀는 ë“ŻìŽ ìłë‹€ëŽ€ë‹€. “서쀀 씚, ìš°ëŠŹ 같읎 자는 ê±° 아니에요?” 귞녀가 êł íƒìœŒëĄœ 듀얎였는 걞 동의한 서쀀은 êČ°í˜Œë„ ì•”ëŹ”ì ìœŒëĄœ 동의한 êČ©ìŽì—ˆë‹€. 핚께 ì‚ŹëŠ” 걎 ë‹č연한 음읎었닀. 귞녀의 말에 서쀀은 ëŻžê°„ì„ 찌푞렞닀. “귞  .” 혜êČœì€ 더 읎상 얎떠한 말도 감히 하지 ëȘ»í–ˆë‹€. 낚아있던 하연의 흔적읎 ì‚ŹëŒì§ˆêčŒ ëŽ 귞는 가정부에êȌ 닀넞 방을 쀀ëč„í•ŽëŒêł  지시했었닀. “난 아직 할 음읎 낚았윌니êčŒ ëšŒì € ìžëŸŹ 가.” 서쀀은 ëŹŽêŽ€ì‹Źí•œ ì–ŽíˆŹëĄœ 혜êČœì„ ë°”ëŒëłŽë©° 눈ëč›ì„ ëłŽëƒˆë‹€. “하지만  .” ì˜ˆìƒëŒ€ëĄœ 혜êČœì€ ì—Źì „ížˆ ë‹Źê°‘ì§€ 않은 추궁을 핮 ì™”êł , 서쀀의 지시넌 받은 배현숙읎 귞녀넌 막았닀. “혜êČœ 아가씚, 절 따띌였섞요.” êł íƒì˜ ì—˜ëŠŹëČ ìŽí„° ëŹžìŽ 닫히며 ì°šê°‘êž° 짝읎 없는 서쀀의 얌ꔎ읎 ê°€ë €ìĄŒë‹€. 혜êČœì€ 마음속의 불만을 얔눌렀닀. ‘귀ꔭ한 후로 서쀀 씚의 행동읎 너묮 ë‹ŹëŒìĄŒì–Ž.’ 가êčêł ë„ 뚌 귞의 마음을 도저히 알 수 없었닀. ì„œìžŹëĄœ 돌아옚 서쀀은 샀워넌 í•˜êł  ëȘ©ìš•가욎을 입은 ë’€ 손에 든 ëŹžì„œë„Œ 훑얎뎀지만 정신은 딮 데로 가 있었닀. 예전 같윌멎 하연읎 ì„œìžŹì— 따뜻한 수프넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒêł  ìčšì‹€ëĄœ 가 귞넌 Ʞ닀렞을 êČƒìŽë‹€. 때로는 ì„œìžŹì—ì„œ 밀을 지새우Ʞ도 í•˜êł , 때로는 ìčšì‹€ëĄœ 돌아와 귞녀는 소파에서, 서쀀은 ìčšëŒ€ì—ì„œ 자Ʞ도 했지만 귞녀는 하룹도 ëč ì§ì—†ìŽ 수프넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ì€Źë‹€. 하지만 였늘은 ì•„ëŹŽëŠŹ Ʞ닀렀도 수프넌 ê°€ì žë‹€ìŁŒëŠ” ì‚ŹëžŒìŽ 없었닀. 읎런 귞녀의 흔적에 서쀀은 ꎜ히 짜슝읎 낏닀. 읎때 전화가 ìšžë žë‹€. 화멎에 뜬 â€˜ê”Ź 싀임’읎띌는 Ꞁ자넌 ëłŽêł  서쀀은 왠지 ëȘšë„ŽêȌ 느낌읎 ìą‹ì§€ 않아 ëŻžê°„ì„ 찌푞렞닀. [대표님, 방ꞈ Dê”­ ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회 닮ë‹č자에êȌ 연띜읎 왔는데 HTê·žëŁč읎 êž°ë¶€êžˆì•Ą 적닀는 ìŽìœ ëĄœ ì°žê°€ 자êČ©ì„ 박탈ë‹čí–ˆë‹€êł  합니닀.] 서쀀의 얌ꔎ은 ꞈ섞 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. 원래 읎 ëȘšë“  êČƒì€ 하연읎 닮ë‹č했지만 귞녀가 떠난 읎상 ëȘšë“  걎 동후의 ëȘ«ìŽ 되었닀. â€œêž°ë¶€êžˆì•Ą ì ë‹€êł ? 박람회 ì°žê°€ 자êČ©ì€ 각 ê·žëŁč읎 ì ì‹­ìžì‚Źì— Ʞ부한 êžˆì•Ąì„ êž°ì€€ìœŒëĄœ êČ°ì •í•˜ëŠ” ê±° 아니알? HTê·žëŁč은 작년에 ìŽëŻž 600ì–” 원을 Ʞ부했얎, 귌데 ì ë‹€êł ?” 대표의 Ʞ분읎 ì‹Źìƒìč˜ ì•Šë‹€ëŠ” êČƒì„ 느낀 동후는 등에 식은땀읎 흘렀닀. [저도 읎핎가 되지 않아 읎 ëŹžì œì— 대핮 ì•Œì•„ëłŽë €êł  씜 ëč„서님께 연띜드렞지만, ì‚Źìš©í•  수 없는 ëČˆí˜žëŒêł â€Šâ€Š.] “

.” 동후는 닀음 말을 êł„ì† 읎얎 나갈 수 없었닀. êł§ ì„œìžŹëŠ” 정적에 íœ©ì‹žì˜€êł  서쀀은 읞상을 지윌며 였늘 대표싀에서 유니폌을 ëȗ던 하연의 ëȘšìŠ”을 ë– ì˜Źë žë‹€. 귞는 알 수 없는 감정에 가슎읎 휘ëȘ°ì•„ìł€ë‹€. 귞의 Ʞ얔읎 맞닀멎, 하연은 ì‹œêłšì—ì„œ 태얎나 수도권 대학에 입학했닀. 귞녀는 ë…žë „ 끝에 옷가êČŒë„Œ 엎었지만 ì„œì€€êłŒ êČ°í˜Œí•œ 후 얌마 되지 않아 ëŹžì„ 닫았닀. ê·žë ‡êȌ 하연은 한씚 집안에서 ì •êž°ì ìœŒëĄœ ìŁŒëŠ” 용돈을 ì œì™ží•˜êł ëŠ” 추가 수입읎 없었닀. ‘돈도 없는 ì—Źìžê°€ ì–Žë””ëĄœ 갔을êčŒ?’ “우선 ì‹œêłšëĄœ 가 뎐.” 귞는 하연읎 알렀쀀 êł í–„ ìŁŒì†Œë„Œ 아직도 êž°ì–”í•˜êł  ìžˆì—ˆêł , 귞녀넌 찟을 수 ìžˆë‹€êł  확신했닀. â€œê·žëŠŹêł  Dê”­ ê”­ì œ ëł‘ì› 및 í—ŹìŠ€í…ŒíŹ 박람회 닮ë‹č자에êȌ 전화핎. 쎝책임자랑 얘Ʞ넌 핮 뎐알 êČ ì–Ž.” 전화넌 끊은 서쀀은 휎대폰을 ì§‘ì–Ž ë˜ìĄŒêł , 귞의 얌ꔎ은 점점 더 ì–Žë‘ì›ŒìĄŒë‹€. 제12화 Dꔭ의 ë‹€ì„Ż 였ëč ë“€ 유럜풍 ê±ŽëŹŒì˜ í˜ží™”ëĄœìšŽ ìŠ€ìœ„íŠžëŁž, 씜하연은 읔숙한 듯 Ʞ지개넌 íŽŽêł  ìŒì–Žë‚Źë‹€. ë°© ê”ŹìĄ°ë‚˜ ê°€ê”Źë“€ì€ 귞녀가 ë– ë‚Źì„ 때와 닀늄없었닀. 하연의 ëšžëŠŹë§Ąì—ëŠ” 따뜻한 ì°šê°€ ë†“ì—Ź ìžˆì—ˆêł , ìčšëŒ€ 위에는 섞렚된 옷듀읎 ì—ŹëŸŹ ëȌ ë†“ì—Ź 있었닀. 윔 끝읎 시큰거렞닀. B시에서는 êżˆë„ ꟞지 ëȘ»í•  대우였닀. “할아ëČ„ì§€ëŠ” ëč„행Ʞ 추띜 ì‚Źêł  소식을 ë“€ìœŒì‹œêł  넀가 전화넌 안 받아서 ì‹Źì •ì§€ê°€ 였셚얎, 아직도 ëł‘ìƒì— ëˆ„ì›Œêł„ì…”.” 뒀에서 ë°œì†ŒëŠŹê°€ 가êčŒì›Œì§€ë”니 êČ€ì€ 옷을 입은 큰 킀의 낚자가 ìčŽëŠŹìŠ€ë§ˆì™€ 아우띌넌 풍Ʞ며 귞녀의 ìčšì‹€ì— ë‚˜íƒ€ë‚Źë‹€. 귞는 Bì‹œëĄœ 하연을 데멬러 옚 였ëč  ì”œí•˜ëŻŒìŽì—ˆë‹€. í•˜ëŻŒì€ í˜„ìžŹ 씜씚 ê°€ëŹžì˜ êČœì˜ì„ ìŽëŒêł  ìžˆêł  항상 옚화핚을 유지하며 한 ëȈ도 화넌 낾 적읎 없닀. 할아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ íŽžì°źìœŒì‹œë‹€ëŠ” 소식에 하연은 덜컄 êČìŽ 나 ìšžëšč였닀. “였ëč , 많읎 위쀑하신 거알  ?” â€œì‹Źê°í•œ 정도는 아니알, 넌 ë„€ ëȘžìŽë‚˜ 챙êČš.” í•˜ëŻŒì€ 하연의 손을 ìžĄì•„ë‹čêž°ë©° 나가렀는 귞녀넌 막았닀. “지ꞈ ë„€ ꌎ을 뎐, 읎êȌ ì‚ŹëžŒ 얌ꔎ읎알? 예전에 한 앜속 잊었얎?” 읎 말을 듀은 하연은 발걞음을 멈췄닀. ë‹č연히 잊지 않았닀. 귞녀는 할아ëČ„ì§€ì—êȌ 한서쀀읎 자신을 ì‚Źëž‘í•˜ì§€ ì•Šêł  나아가 읎혌êčŒì§€ 하êȌ 된닀멎 영원히 씜씚 ê°€ëŹžì— 낚아 가업을 돕êČ ë‹€êł  앜속했닀. ì‹Źì§€ì–Ž 하연은 씜씚 ê°€ëŹžì˜ ì‚Źì—…ì„ 확임하Ʞ 위핎 4대 ê°€ëŹž 쀑 하나읞 나씚 ê°€ëŹžêłŒ êČ°í˜Œí•˜êȠ닀는 제안을 순순히 ë°›ì•„ë“€ìŽêž°ëĄœ 했닀. ‘였ëč ê°€ 갑자Ʞ 읎런 말을 하는 걞 볎멎, ëČŒìš ì‚ŹëžŒì„ ì°Ÿì•„ 놓은 거알?’ ‘나씚 ê°€ëŹžì˜ 아듀은 ì•Œì•„ìŁŒëŠ” ë°”ëžŒë‘„ìŽëŒêł  하던데

.’ “귌데 였ëč  ë‚œ 읎혌한지도 얌마 안 ëêł , 아직 ìžŹí˜Œí•  생각읎 없얎  .” 귞녀는 거의 ëčŒë‹€ì‹œí”Œ 말했닀. 순간 í•˜ëŻŒì€ 표정을 풀더니 ì „ëłŽë‹€ í›šì”Ź ë¶€ë“œëŸŹì›Œì§„ ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëĄœ 말했닀. ë‹č연히 êČìŁŒë €êł  한 말읎었닀. “넌 씜씚 집안 딞읎알. ìš°ëŠŹ ê°€ëŹžì€ 자식을 팔멎서êčŒì§€ 집안을 킀우진 않아 하지만, 할아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ 완ìč˜í•˜ì‹€ 때êčŒì§€ëŠ” 낮 옆에서 였넞팔 역할을 똑똑히 핮.” 읎 말의 ì˜ëŻžëŠ” Dꔭ에 있는 í•˜ëŻŒì˜ DSê·žëŁč에 듀얎였띌는 말읎었닀. 하연의 ê°€ìĄ±ë“€ì€ 귞녀가 상욎대 êž€ëĄœëȌëč„지니슀학부에 듀얎갈 때부터 읎 음을 엌두에 ë‘êł  있었닀. 하지만 하연읎 자신의 êżˆì„ ìŽëŁšêž° 위핎 디자읎너 뾌랜드 숍을 ì—Žêł  서쀀에êȌ ìČ«ëˆˆì— 반할 쀄은 누가 상상읎띌도 했을êčŒ? ‘였ëč ëž‘ 할아ëČ„ì§€ê°€ 많읎 속상핎하싀 거알.’ “알êČ ì–Ž.” 귞녀는 ìžŹí˜Œë§Œ 아니띌멎 뭐든 êŽœì°źë‹€êł  말했닀. í•˜ëŻŒì€ 움í‘č 팚읞 ëˆˆìœŒëĄœ 귞녀넌 ë°”ëŒëłŽë©° â€˜ì‘â€™í•˜êł  대닔했닀. â€˜ìš°ëŠŹ 하연읎만 볎멎 가슎읎 아프넀. 하지만, 읎ëȈ êČ°í˜ŒìŽ 하연읎에êȌ ꔐ훈을 ì€Źì„ 거알.’ “대표님.” 귞때, 누ꔰ가가 ë°© ëŹžì„ ë‘ë“œëŠŹêł  듀얎왔닀. í•˜ëŻŒì˜ ëč„서였닀. “한서쀀 씚가 ì°žê°€ 자êČ© 박탈에 대핮 궁ꞈ한 점읎 있얎 ëŒ€í‘œë‹˜êłŒ 만나 ê”ŹìČŽì ìœŒëĄœ 읎알Ʞ넌 ë‚˜ëˆ„êł  ì‹¶ë‹€êł  합니닀.” 하연은 ê·ž ìžëŠŹì—ì„œ 얌얎붙었닀. “였ëč , 섀마  .” í•˜ëŻŒì€ 귞녀넌 ë°ëŠŹêł  옚 후 ì‹ ì†í•˜êł  ëŹŽìžëč„하êȌ 한씚 ê°€ëŹžì„ êł”êČ©í–ˆë‹€. 읎는 서쀀읎 하연만 ëŻżêł  읎ëȈ 박람회에 êŽ€ì‹ŹìŽ 없었닀는 걞 알았Ʞ ë•ŒëŹžìŽë‹€. 하연만 ëŻżêł  있던 음읎 읎렇êȌ 바뀔 êČƒìŽëŒêł  누가 알았êČ ëŠ”ê°€? “읎걎 씜씚 ê°€ëŹž 딞은 ê·ž ëˆ„ê”Źë„ 걎드늎 수 없닀는 ëŹŽì–žì˜ êČœêł ì•Œ. 읎제 넀가 뭘 핎알 할지 ì•Œêł  있지?” í•˜ëŻŒì€ 하연읎 ì•Œêł  있을 거띌 생각하며 귞녀의 ì–Žêčšë„Œ ê°€ëłêȌ 두드며 ë’€ ëč„서와 핚께 떠낏닀. 귞와 동시에 귞는 ëč„서에êȌ 지시넌 낎렞닀. “며ìč  ë™ì•ˆ 하연읎넌 ë°ëŠŹêł  Dꔭ의 ìŁŒìš” 산업닚지넌 ëŒêł  수석 ëč„서의 ëȘšë“  ì—…ëŹŽë„Œ ìˆ™ì§€í•˜ë„ëĄ 핮.” “알êČ ìŠ”ë‹ˆë‹€, 대표님.” 귞듀의 ëȘ©ì†ŒëŠŹëŠ” 점점 멀얎젞 ê°”êł , 넓은 ìčšì‹€ì€ 닀시 ìĄ°ìš©í•ŽìĄŒë‹€. ‘수석 ëč„서  .’ 읎 직꞉은 대표 ë‹€ìŒìœŒëĄœ 높은 직꞉읎었닀. 하연은 자신의 ëłŒì„ 섞êȌ êŒŹì§‘ì—ˆë‹€. ‘읎ëČˆì—ë„ 였ëč ë„Œ 싀망시킀멎 안 돌.’ “서프띌읎슈!” 하연읎 DSê·žëŁč의 ì”œêł ìž” ì‚ŹëŹŽì‹€ëĄœ 듀얎옚 지 읎틀읎 되던 날, 걎듀걎듀한 한 낚자가 듀얎왔닀. LEARN_MORE https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 소섀의 ì„žêł„ https://www.facebook.com/61557428073507/ 673 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 mlyqjqpr.com IMAGE https://www.mlyqjqpr.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15149&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466002718_1085606979958967_7121558704551842248_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VgLaTTuXQgIQ7kNvgGAagn6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A9TXsdXrGBOwICn-AwBfthn&oh=00_AYDfJZ2KwiZ7D48z1kq-LkpfHqRm1lqBqZ-XpZuDSFHoYg&oe=674D8939 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 소섀의 ì„žêł„ 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-27 19:57 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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No 2024-11-27 20:00 active 1932 0 đŸ”„đŸ”„Click to read the next chapter for free👉 My husband Elijah wanted to do some sweet things with me again, however, he suddenly brought up his ex-girlfriend. This caused my emotions to explode. I hadn’t realized I’d already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk. If he wasn’t, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. “Hey, playing hard to get, aren’t you?” he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. “When did Serena start working at your company?” I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didn’t stop what he was doing. “Not sure. Probably recruited by HR.” He traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. “Serena is such a talented addition to our team,” he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. "You know," he said, oblivious to my disappointment, "she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years." Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gaze—a kind of infatuation—that he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. He’s probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didn’t want him anywhere near me. I’ve been obedient, helpful, and hardworking
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No 2024-11-27 19:49 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ "Carissa, the king has issued a decree allowing Aurora to marry into our general's house. I hope you can accept and respect this fact." The person who said this is Carissa Sinclair's husband, Barrett Warren. A year ago, on the night of their wedding, Barrett set out to lead his army into battle. Now, after finally returning victorious, he brings Carissa this kind of "good news." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won't be a concubine. She'll be my legal wife and equal to you." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Equal to me, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On the wedding night a year ago, he personally lifted Carissa's veil and promised affectionately: "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn't understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She's unlike any woman I've ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! When Barrett left, the general's mansion had already fallen into decline. All the expenses were supported by the dowry Carissa had brought. Barrett's mother, Rebecca, was suffering from a strange illness, and she had invited a reclusive divine doctor to treat her. Each month, dozens of silver coins were spent on exorbitant medical fees, not to mention Carissa's constant care by Rebecca's bedside. In the end, she got such a reward. So, the kindness that this family shows is merely because they are relying on Carissa's dowry. If Barrett's betrayal was like a sharp sword, then Rebecca's hypocrisy was like thousands of silver needles, piercing deeply into Carissa's heart. Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she's different from any woman you know. She's a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn't want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That's them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She's straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won't like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It's fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I'll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" "Never mind. I don't want to argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,"said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. "My lady, my lord was too much!" said Lulu, Carissa's maid, wiping her tears away. "Don't call him that!" Carissa gave her a stern look. "We never consummated the marriage. He's not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list." "Why the dowry list?" Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. "Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?" Lulu held her forehead and gasped. "But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children." Tears finally welled up in Carissa's eyes at the mention of her parents. Carissa actually came from a family of warriors, and she had been training in martial arts since she was young, showing great talent. However, when she was 15, her father and several brothers died on the battlefield. Since then, her usually open-minded mother advised Carissa to hide her skills and, like other noble girls, find a husband to live a stable life. But now it seems she has betrayed her mother's expectations. Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list, narrowed her eyes, and sneered, "No wonder they covet my dowry so much." The dowry her mother provided was quite substantial; she hadn't paid much attention to it before. Now she realized how much effort her mother had put in for her. "Then, my lady, what shall we do now?" Carissa's eyes grew cold. "I could confront the king and use my family's achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I'll kill myself in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa's expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I'm that foolish? If I manage to reach the king, I'll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. In addition, the law states that if a woman is divorced, her husband has the right to keep all her dowry. Right now, Barrett doesn't dare to divorce her, mindful of his reputation, but who knows what will happen in the future? Carissa no longer wanted to believe in this hypocritical man, nor did she want to live under the same roof with him. She once hoped to build a life with Barrett, so naturally she would not be stingy with her dowry. However, circumstances had changed. She intended to leave the general's residence with dignity and take every last coin of her dowry back home! 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No 2024-11-27 19:50 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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No 2024-11-27 19:57 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother." Carissa blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" Barrett refused instantly. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" LEARN_MORE https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831& Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 320 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 shgjfh.com DCO https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/459038346_1199616938012951_330058451446706531_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uBybxgT4pBQQ7kNvgGSq1F0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A9TXsdXrGBOwICn-AwBfthn&oh=00_AYC-mxJSKcv3mh0MLkz0DGuTnSYK_q_kUjkHOk2wjVmSJQ&oe=674DA20B PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-27 19:54 active 1932 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 "Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford's back." "Really?" Yasmin Starr was busy with her drafts. When she heard that her husband was back, her eyes lit up. She drew the curtains before her to see a shiny car driving along the path leading to the villa. She saw a man in the car. His handsome face was visible from where she stood; his actions and carriage exuded a regal air. It really was him! Yasmin's heart started racing. Her face burned at the thought of the things they did whenever he came home. Every kiss they shared was searing and passionate. It made her shy yet nervous. Just then, the door to her room swung open. Blake Ford walked in. Yasmin smiled at him. "Mr. B!" "Come here." He loosened his tie. She walked over to him shyly. In the next second, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a hard kiss. She moaned before sinking into the kiss. Then, he carried her to the bed and had his way with her. Blake looked like the celibate and gentle type, but he was no gentleman on bed. He wouldn't let Yasmin off the hook without making her cry. Yasmin shut her eyes as she savored the experience. This time, Blake was wilder than he'd ever been. He was only satiated when she begged him to stop with tears streaming down her face. He lifted the sheets and strode into the bathroom. Shortly after, there was the sound of running water. Yasmin remained in bed, lying there without an ounce of strength in her body. She and Blake had been secretly married for two years now. At first, it hadn't been a marriage of love. Her father had forced Blake to wed her. So, in the beginning, he didn't like her much. But she adored him. She'd done everything she could to chase after him and treat him well. Finally, he'd returned her feelings. Yasmin's heart pounded as she recalled how wild and enthusiastic he'd been tonight. She couldn't help feeling sweet. Would their marriage get better from now on? Once she bore him a child, they'd be a happy family of three. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. Blake walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had an amazing body, but his expression seemed somewhat menacing. He hadn't even wiped the beads of water dripping from his hair as he asked brusquely, "Do you have a baby?" Blake held up a test. It had been placed on the toilet bowl, where he'd taken it. Yasmin sat up. She was a little scared of not being able to read him. "I don't know yet. I bought it this morning." "Why did you buy it?" "I've been feeling nauseous lately, and I haven't had much of an appetite. You told me to do a test if I had any symptoms." Yasmin's big eyes were filled with innocence. Blake said, "Go do the test now." "I'll wait until you're done showering." He was obviously not done yet. "Do it. Now." His expression was frosty. Yasmin didn't dare delay further. It just so happened that she needed to pee, so she did the test at the same time. A few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom. Blake was sitting on the touch. He looked up when he heard her come out. His eyes were like dark whirlpools as he looked at her. "How is it?" "There's only one line, Mr. B." Yasmin was rather disappointed. She didn't have a baby. It was impossible to tell whether Blake's eyes were filled with disappointment or relief. He said calmly, "Get me something to wear." "Are you still going out so late at night?" "Yeah." His voice was as cold as ever. Yasmin didn't say anything else. She went to the walk-in wardrobe. She was actually very disappointed. Deep down, she wanted to bear a child. The Ford family wanted her to have a child, as did Blake. But no matter what treatments and supplements she'd taken over the past two years, she'd still failed to conceive. Besides, she was reluctant to let Blake go. Over the two years of their marriage, her love for Blake had only grown deeper. He was always too busy for her, though. Sometimes, he would be away from home for up to half a month. Now that they'd finally been reunited, he was leaving again. ###6891225### Chapter 2 Yasmin felt a little bitter. She grabbed some dark clothes from the wardrobe and returned to the room. There, she heard Blake talking to someone on the phone. "Don't be scared. Have Alicia keep an eye on you. I'll be right there." His voice was a brand of tenderness that Yasmin had never heard before. She stopped short. Suddenly, the sweetness she'd felt earlier dissipated. She asked tentatively, "Who was that, Mr. B?" He glanced at her, his tall stature domineering. He said coldly, "No one." "Was it a woman?" "It's none of your business." He grabbed the clothes from her and put them on. Usually, he would have her put them on for him. Would every man start to be repelled by their wives once they fell in love with someone else? Yasmin's stomach started convulsing. It looked like she had a stomach problem. She felt horrible. Blake got dressed and turned to leave. Yasmin was on high alert—a woman's sixth sense was powerful. She ran to the door and said, "I'm feeling a little sick, Mr. B. Could you stay the night?" Blake turned to look at her. He was unbelievably handsome, but there was something about him that just made him seem heartless. "Have Mary call the family doctor if you're not feeling well. Also, I won't be back for some time." With that, he headed downstairs. His figure went further and further away under the warm lights. Yasmin suddenly felt dazed. Why did it feel like she'd never truly held a spot in his heart? A wave of nausea washed over her. She ran to the bathroom and vomited her dinner. This was followed by a sharp pain in her stomach. She was as pale as a sheet as she struggled to crawl to the bed. She'd just laid down when another bolt of pain shot through her. Yasmin ran to the bathroom again. This time, there was only bile. She she had food poisoning! She grabbed her phone weakly to call Mary Gould. "My stomach hurts, Mary. Take me to the hospital." Mary ran upstairs. When she saw Yasmin sprawled on the carpet, drenched in sweat, she hurriedly called the driver. They took Yasmin to the hospital. When they arrived, Mary helped her inside the clinic. The doctor gave her a painkiller before instructing her to do an ultrasound. They needed to determine whether it was acute cholecystitis or gastritis. Yasmin's stomach stopped hurting once the painkiller was administered. It lifted her spirits somewhat. Mary helped her to the ultrasound room. But there, they met someone unexpected—Blake. "Mrs. Ford, look! It's Mr. Ford!" Mary looked happy. Yasmin looked in the direction she pointed. She saw Blake standing not too far away. A wave of delight washed over her. She was about to call out to him when she saw another woman. The woman came out of the room with a hand supporting her back. She held a report. "The doctor said the baby's fine, Blake." His cold face immediately became tender. "That's good to know. Remember to watch what you eat in the future. Now that you're to be a mother, you have to be careful about the food you consume." "Okay. I'll watch out from now on." The woman smiled gently. Yasmin was rooted to the spot with astonishment. Her gaze went from delight to disbelief. She stared at them. The woman wore a light-colored, demure dress, and she was beautiful. Her long hair was glossy, and her eyes were right. She exuded a cool yet bewitching air. ###6891226### Chapter 3 Yasmin suddenly recalled something a friend of Blake's had once said. He'd told her, "There's a woman who lives in Blake's heart. They met in Merania, and he's pined after her for years. You and her look pretty similar, actually." At the time, Yasmin had been indignant. She felt that the woman was no match for her since she was already a thing of the past. Now, her dream had been shattered. As she watched how tender Blake was toward the woman, she felt like a sharp blade had been driven right into her heart. It hurt so much that all her organs felt like they were cramping. Blake shielded the woman from the crowd as they turned to leave. Suddenly, he caught sight of Yasmin standing not too far away. Mary was with her. He frowned. The woman asked gently, "Do you know her, Blake?" "Yeah. She's my wife, Yasmin Starr," he said plainly. "Why don't you head to the car first, Giselle? I'll be right behind you." "Okay." Giselle O'Shea nodded obediently. Before she left, she turned to look at Yasmin. Their gazes met in mid-air. Giselle appraised her and smiled faintly. Yasmin's heart constricted as bitterness seeped through it. Blake walked over to her. He was tall enough to block out the light above her head. "What are you doing here?" Mary was about to answer when Yasmin asked, "Who is she?" Why was Blake at the hospital with her for a prenatal check? Did she have his child? She stopped her thoughts there, not daring to think any further. "Don't ask about things that have nothing to do with you." Blake avoided her question. Yasmin's eyes turned red. "Can't I even ask a question when you've had an affair?" "An affair? Do you even have the right to say that?" Blake's gaze was menacing. "Have you forgotten how we got married? Also, I made it clear to you when we married that I would never love you." The blood drained from Yasmin's face. She clenched her fists tightly, barely able to calm down. "So I'm nothing but a disgusting buddy to you?" "Something like that." Yasmin smiled self-deprecatingly. "I see. You were mad at my dad for tricking you, so you thought you wouldn't waste the opportunity and just get me, huh?" "Stop talking." Blake's gaze was laser-sharp. So, she couldn't even talk now? Yasmin's heart sank to the depths of hell. She refused to listen and continued, "Now that the woman you love is back, what are you going to do to me?" He pursed his lips. His silence disappointed her. Yasmin's stomach started hurting again; even the painkiller wasn't doing anything to stop it. As the pain intensified, she finally passed out. 
 It was already daytime when Yasmin woke up. She opened her eyes with a frown to see Blake leaving the room. She had an IV drip. "Mr. B!" she called. She almost fell out of the bed. Mary caught her. "Be careful, Mrs. Ford." "Where has Mr. B gone?" "That woman called him, so he went to see her." Yasmin jolted. "Don't let this upset you too much, Mrs. Ford. Your health should be your priority," Mary said, looking sad. "After doing the ultrasound, you were diagnosed with acute gastritis arising from food poisoning. You've already gone through three IV drips, so you're really weak now." Yasmin couldn't suppress the bitterness in her heart. She had acute gastritis, but Blake had abandoned her after one phone call from Giselle. It looked like she was no match for Giselle at all. "Have something to eat, Mrs. Ford." Mary brought her a bowl of oatmeal. Yasmin shook her head. "Set it aside for now, Mary. I don't want to eat anything yet." Just then, her phone, which had been placed on the bedside table, rang. She answered it wanly. "Hello?" ###6891227### Chapter 4 "Yaz, did you know about your precious Mr. B cheating on you?" The phone call was from Yasmin's best friend, Eunice Salle. "I saw it all over the news first thing in the morning! He's gotten together with a pianist named Giselle O'Shea, and it looks like she's even carrying a baby. "The paparazzi caught them at the hospital together. Hurry and go check it out!" Yasmin's heart constricted. She checked the news. There were tweets everywhere on Twitter talking about the photos of Blake accompanying Giselle to the hospital last night. Blake was the CEO of Windmere Group and had countless assets under his name. He was the most eligible bachelor in the city. This was why his private life had always been under intense scrutiny. Now that he'd gotten caught accompanying a woman to the hospital, it immediately became a trending topic. The netizens had even managed to dig out Giselle's personal information. She was a renowned pianist in Merania. She and Blake were childhood sweethearts. They had a strong bond. After growing up, she'd gone abroad to study while Blake had waited for her for ten years. Now that Giselle was back, they could finally be together. Everyone on the Internet was going crazy over their relationship. They were all lamenting the glory of their love. In just one morning, Giselle's Twitter account had gained three million followers. The one thing Yasmin noticed was that Giselle had been in Merania. It matched up with what Blake's friend had told her before. So, she was Blake's true love. Yasmin smiled mockingly. "Did you see it, Yaz? I can't believe this nonsense is all over the Internet. I can't take it—I have to go teach these people a lesson!" Eunice gritted her teeth. Yasmin stopped her. "Don't do anything. I already know about it." "Wait, you do?" "Yeah." Eunice's voice shot up an octave. "What is wrong with you? Aren't you going to do anything about him getting involved with another woman? Shouldn't you be teaching that woman a lesson?" Yasmin sighed. "Didn't you see what those people are saying? She's Mr. B's true love. He's waited for her for a decade." "I couldn't care less whether she's his true love or a call girl he hired. She's in the wrong for getting involved with him despite knowing he's married!" "Forget it." Yasmin sounded tired. "My marriage to Mr. B has always been a one-sided thing. I'm tired now." Besides, her manners and upbringing wouldn't permit her to get physical with Giselle. In fact, if she were to cause a fuss, the whole city would know what a terrible marriage she had. She and Blake had indeed been married, so she didn't want things to turn ugly. After a moment of silence, Eunice said, "What are you going to do, then? Are you going to keep this up or get a divorce?" "A divorce is all I want now." Yasmin looked at the needle on the back of her hand. She was sick, yet he was accompanying Giselle. Her heart was now dead. "Since he doesn't care about me, I won't force things anymore." "I'll always support you, Yaz. You're so pretty. There are plenty of men who'd love to be with you. You don't have to be so hung up on a scumbag!" "Thanks for comforting me." She was grateful to have Eunice by her side when she was at her worst. After hanging up, Yasmin rested for a while. When she was finally done with her IV drip, she felt better. Her stomach didn't hurt anymore, but she was still rather weak. Mary and the driver took her home. She fell asleep again. Blake returned that night. As he took his coat off, he asked Mary, "Where is she?" "Upstairs. She's sleeping." Mary added, "Mrs. Ford was quite sad to see that you weren't around when she woke up this morning, Mr. Ford." Blake fell silent. After a pause, he went upstairs. He easily pushed the room door open. Yasmin was curled up on the bay window like a cat. Her long hair fell from the seat to the floor. It made her seem that much more skinny and petite. Why was she sleeping there when she was sick? ###6891228### Chapter 5 Blake frowned and approached Yasmin. Her eyes were shut. There was a sort of childlike quality to her face as she slept, but it didn't take away from her beauty. Her naturally pink and moist lips were puckered slightly. They were as tempting as water to a parched man in the desert. Blake's anger dissipated at this sight. He bent down to lift her into his arms. At the warmth, Yasmin subconsciously buried her head against his neck. She wanted more of it. Blake looked down at her. His gaze was too deep for others to tell what he was thinking. Then, he placed her on the bed. He was about to leave when he heard her mumble, "You're nothing, Mr. B 
" Blake paused. He rested a hand on her face and caressed it. She was deeply asleep but subconsciously sucked on his finger. His breathing hitched. "Yasmin?" Was she awake? She didn't respond. Instead, she turned on her side and held his hand to her cheek. She looked wholly dependent on him. Blake lowered his head and kissed her. Yasmin felt like her tongue was numb from being kissed. As she woke up blearily, the first thing she saw was a handsome face that had been zoomed in. Before she could say anything, Blake kissed her again. He slipped a hand underneath her dress. His gaze was fiery enough to set her ablaze. Yasmin's expression turned icy. She bit his tongue hard. "What the h...!" With that, a bolt of pain shot through Blake. He released her. She rolled away from him, wrapping the sheets around herself as she glared at him. "What?" He gave her an icy look. "That's my line. Did you come here to see me after your date with your mistress? Don't you find yourself dirty?" Yasmin looked furious. Blake's gaze turned frosty. "She's not a mistress. Don't spout nonsense." "How is she not a mistress when she already has your child?" Blake didn't answer her. Instead, he said, "Don't you dare hurt her." Yasmin sneered. "How could I possibly hurt her? Do I look like a monster to you? Or do you think I'm powerful enough to go against you?" "Just don't bother her." Yasmin trembled. She didn't expect him to be so protective of her. She fell silent, looking frosty. "How's your stomach?" Blake sat by the bed and broke the silence. "What does it have to do with you?" Yasmin was mad at the mention of this. She'd been languishing in the hospital room while he'd been with another woman. No wife on this earth would be able to accept something like that. She was so mad that tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision. She said bluntly, "Let's get divorced, Blake." "What did you call me?" Blake shot her an icy look. She'd always addressed him as "Mr. B". Blake was eight years older than Yasmin and exuded a natural dominance. In the past, she would be scared of him if he were to so much as glance at her, let alone give her such an icy look. But now, Yasmin didn't care anymore. She met his gaze head-on. "I called you by your name. From now on, I will only ever call you that. Also, I said, let's get divorced." The thought of a divorce had been reverberating in her mind since she'd woken up that morning to see him leave the hospital room. If he couldn't even be bothered to be by her side when she was hospitalized, what was the point of keeping him? He would only exasperate her. "What did you say?" Blake thought he'd heard her wrong. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Say that again if you dare." "I regret everything now, Blake. I don't want to be with you anymore," Yasmin enunciated, her voice steady and clear. "Let's get divorced." She'd be much better off kicking a heartless man like him to the curb as soon as possible. He was the one who said he'd never love her, anyway. Blake sneered. His gaze was harsh. "What's this trick you're trying to pull this time?" He even thought she was just playing the fool by demanding a divorce. It showed that when a man didn't love a woman, he would think she was just playing games, even if she were to throw herself off a building. ###6891229### Chapter 6 Yasmin was dead at heart, and her eyes were dull. "I'm not throwing a tantrum, Blake. I'm being serious. I've been stuck in a loveless marriage for two years, and I've had enough." Over more than 700 days, she'd gone from hopeful to despondent. She was tired of living like this. "Have you forgotten that your father was the one who sent you to my bed?" Blake's eyes darkened. "He went to such lengths to force me to marry you, yet you're now demanding a divorce. Do you even hear yourself? "Go ahead and throw whatever tantrum you want, but don't take things too far. Men hate it when women are too fussy, you know." Indeed, Yasmin's father, Stuart Starr, had sent her to Blake's bed. At the time, something had gone wrong with Stuart's company. He foresaw himself ending up behind bars and had been afraid of his enemies going after Yasmin. So, he'd orchestrated for Yasmin to end up in bed with Blake. Then, he'd informed the paparazzi and the Ford family about this, forcing Blake to marry Yasmin. Stuart had some of Windmere Group's trade secrets. He'd threatened to release them if Blake didn't protect Yasmin. And that was how Stuart had tricked Blake into marrying Yasmin. Blake had harbored a grudge against him and Yasmin for it. On their wedding night, he'd warned Yasmin, "Your father gave you to me, so you have to atone for his sins. Obey every word I say. Don't ever go against me." That year, Yasmin was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. She'd been terrified, and she'd nodded with red eyes. "I understand, Mr. B." "Don't call me that!" Blake snarled. "I'm sorry. I'll be careful from now on." Yasmin's eyes were filled with sorrow as she recalled their past. She didn't hate Stuart. She knew he'd forced Blake to marry her because he wanted to protect her. It had been two years since then. Stuart was still in prison but would be released in a few years once he'd served his full sentence. "I know you're still harboring a grudge against me and my father for forcing you into this marriage. Now, I'm setting you free," she said. She despised him for cheating on her but was still grateful that he'd kept her safe for two years. Blake looked at her icily. Then, he sneered. "That stupid studio of yours isn't making a single cent. Can you really feed yourself if we get divorced?" Yasmin and Eunice had set up their own studio. It was still early days and had yet to bring in profits. "No entrepreneur makes money when they first started. It takes time. I know I'm not earning anything yet, but I'll work hard. I've graduated and grown up, Blake. I don't need your protection anymore," Yasmin said. Blake knitted his brows tightly. "So that's what it is. You want a divorce because you don't need me for anything anymore. Do you really think reality's that sweet, Yasmin? Your family forced me to marry you when they needed me. Now that you don't need me anymore, you're demanding a divorce." "I'll admit that my father made a mistake, but haven't I been atoning for his sins for the past two years? I've obeyed you at every turn. I've never gone against you. Besides, don't you want to be free? Your mistress had a baby. Don't you want to give her and your child what they deserve?" "My matters have nothing to do with you," Blake said coldly. Yasmin fell silent. Indeed, he'd never allowed her to ask about his matters. She turned to leave the room. An ugly look crept onto Blake's face as he dragged her back and pinned her to the bed. He circled her with his arms and looked down at her sharply. Yasmin was caught off guard. "What are you doing?" "You're always talking about how much you love me, right? Look at how you have to announce it every day." There was a hint of anger in his face. "Are you really willing to watch me ride into the sunset with another woman? Doesn't it upset you?" Yasmin lowered her eyes. She said softly, "Not anymore." It did upset her, but she didn't want to love him anymore. 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No 2024-11-27 19:42 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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No 2024-11-27 19:49 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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No 2024-11-27 19:40 active 1932 0 đŸ”„đŸ”„Click to read the next chapter for free👉 After six years, Stella Richard finally came back this familiar city. She walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi. When the taxi moved, all the memories she had tried to forget over the years began to flood her mind... Stella shook her head, chasing those thoughts away. This time, she hadn’t come back to dwell on old, useless memories. She was back because her boss had asked her to return. He told her that their company was at a dead end, and he wanted her to come back and solve the crisis. At first, Stella didn’t want to come, but after some thought, she decided to return... Six years ago, her boss had helped her during the most difficult time of her life, and she wanted to repay the favor... As for everything else, she no longer cared... At the Company... As Stella arrived, she noticed that most of the employees were engaged in a lively discussion. As she walked by, snippets of conversation reached her ears. "I heard that there are so many companies who want to buy our company." "Really! That means we’ll have a new boss." "I just hope that our new boss should be good-looking, like a Korean drama CEO." "Hey! Do you know who’s going to buy the company?" Stella heard their chatter but didn’t care about the gossip. She knew these people didn’t actually care about who would buy the company or for what price. They just wanted to gossip. But she... She cared... and she was here to secure a good deal for her company. "Of course, it’ll be Kingston’s, the RK Group. Who else in the city is powerful enough to challenge them?" Stella, who had been about to continue walking, stopped in her tracks. A name, both familiar and unfamiliar, reached her ears. "The Kingstons..." "RK Group..." Suddenly, memories Stella had locked away began to surge like a storm. Her mind was filled with those memories like a flood. Stella felt dizzy. It was as if she were still trapped in that RK mansion, surrounded by cold walls. Stella had thought she had long forgotten about him, but it seemed that it was just her illusion. [Flashback] Six Years Ago... In the RK Mansion... Stella walked out of the gate inside the living room. But her expression was somber. She moved as if in a daze. "Madam, what happened to you? Why do you look so pale and weak?" The one who spoke was Mia. She was working for Kingston's for years and always treated Stella like her daughter. Seeing her pale face and weak demeanor, Mia was worried. "Mia... Don’t worry, I’m fine. It’s just..." Stella glanced at the reports in her hand and said, "I haven’t had my period for two months, and when I went to the hospital..." She didn’t finish her sentence, looking at Mia with a mix of expectation and worry. They just stared at each other. Mia understood what Stella wanted to say. She was pregnant. But Mia also knew about the relationship between Mr. RK and Stella. She didn’t know what to say. In the end, she just congratulated her. Stella didn’t say anything and kept staring at the reports in her hand. She had been married to Rene Kingston for three years. But theirs was not a marriage of love... It was a contract marriage, with a three-year time limit. Because the woman he loved was her sister. RK had been about to marry her sister, Sophia, but for some reason, Stella had ended up replacing her sister. From the day they married, he had told her that their marriage was just a three-year contract and nothing more. For RK, their marriage was indeed just a contract, but for Stella, it was a beautiful gift from God. Because only she knew how happy she was when she found out she was going to marry RK. The man she had loved throughout her youth. All these years, Stella had given her best in this marriage, hoping that maybe, just maybe, their marriage would work out. Maybe he wouldn’t divorce her. Maybe he would want to stay with her... Maybe he would give their relationship a chance because of the child... Stella was still lost in thought when suddenly, a voice came from the door, shattering all her hopes and illusions. "I don’t want this child." The voice was cold and hard. Stella and Mia both turned to look in the direction of the voice. RK was standing at the door, staring at Stella. His face was cold and expressionless. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. He had a very handsome face and blue eyes. His blue eyes were like the deep ocean. If you looked into them. Then you would be drowned in it. Chapter 2 RK walked in and stood in front of Stella. He appeared like a king, towering above the world and looking down upon everyone as if they were nothing. With his tall frame and commanding aura, he exuded an undeniable power. Stella sat on the sofa, overwhelmed by his presence. She remained seated, staring at him, shocked by his words. She never expected this man to be so cold-blooded, uttering such harsh words without a second thought. There was no hesitation in his voice when he said he didn’t want the child. Stella looked into his eyes, trying her best to remain calm and hold back her tears. She didn’t want to appear weak in front of this cold man. The two of them just stared at each other in silence. After a while, RK walked over and sat opposite Stella. As he sat down, his assistant, Alex Triston, placed a stack of papers on the table. At the top of the papers were the words "Contract Expired." Alex looked at Stella and said, "Miss Richard, according to your contract with Mr. RK, three years have now been completed. Please sign here and finalize the process." Stella noted the change in how Alex addressed her—from Mrs. RK to Miss Richard. Even though she still hadn't signed her name. A mocking smile appeared on her face. She was sure that Alex wouldn’t have dared to take her so lightly, if it hadn’t been ordered by someone, of course, and that someone was none other than her husband. RK took the pen and signed his name without a pause or thought. After finishing, he looked at Stella and said, "You can stay here for a week and look for the house." Stella looked into the man's eyes which are calm as a lake. There was no regret, sadness, or hesitation—nothing. It was as if he felt nothing about their relationship, which had suddenly gone through such a big change. But as this thought crossed her mind, she scolded herself. "Stella, are you a fool? How can you expect any regret or sadness from this stone-hearted man?" But still, she couldn’t control her emotions. Because she had loved this stone-heated man for so many years. Stella didn’t say anything and just looked at the man with whom she had spent the past three years. She had seen his face every day, yet now, as she looked at him, she still found him strikingly handsome. But... he was also the man who had shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. She didn’t want to show her vulnerability in front of him, so she tried her best not to cry. Her hand trembled as she held the pen. She looked at the papers, saw his elegant and strong handwriting, and signed her name. Just like her heart, her handwriting was also broken. Stella was shattered inside, but she didn't show this on her face. After she signed her name, she took a deep breath and said, "I am very grateful to Mr. Kingston that he allowed me to stay here for a week, but after our contract expires I don't think I should stay here. I will leave immediately." After speaking, Stella glanced at Mia and asked, "Mia, can you help me pack my things?" Mia looked at Stella's face and saw how hard she trying not to cry and her heartache. She didn't want to do this, but she had to do it. Stella went upstairs to pack her belongings, while RK watched her retreating figure, his emotions unreadable. Stella looked around the room where she had lived for three years, her eyes turned blurred... She can't hold back her tears. She knew their marriage would end someday, but she hadn’t anticipated such intense pain in her heart. Stella didn’t have many things to pack. She just packed her belongings but left everything RK had bought untouched— not even a single piece of clothing. Mia watched her in silence, unsure of what to say. Stella wiped away her tears and said, "Mia, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. It’s just that I’m not his Mrs. Right." With that, she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. Downstairs... RK was still sitting on the sofa, watching Stella. But Stella didn't want to look at him and was ready to leave... "Where are you going?" Suddenly, his cold voice cut through the silence. Stella paused and turned to look at him. She hadn’t been on good terms with her family from the beginning, and after her marriage, it had been nearly impossible to maintain any connection with them. As for him, they were now divorced, so she felt no reason or obligation to tell him where she was going. "I don’t think my whereabouts has anything to do with Mr. Kingston. We’re already divorced and have nothing to do with each other. Mr. Kingston must be focused on his future wife, not on his ex-wife..." Stella's tone was cold and it was like she was throwing daggers from her mouth. She couldn’t comprehend his hypocritical behavior. She wondered if it was her imagination or not, but it felt as though, after mentioning his future wife, the temperature in the room had dropped a lot. She felt a chill spread through her body and decided to leave. "Wait a second." His voice was firm and allowed no rebuttal. Chapter 3 Stella heard his voice and stopped. There was a little bit of hope in her heart. The man's eyes were dark and cold, filled with mysterious thoughts, and a layer of fog surrounded him. Suddenly, he spoke, "I don't want this child. Don't forget to take it out." RK looked at the woman in front of him and thought. She seemed like a pure and beautiful woman, and he didn't want her to carry his burden. Stella's hand, which was holding her luggage, trembled, and the little bit of hope in her heart vanished. She felt like someone had stabbed a knife into her heart. He had broken her heart so many times, but... she didn’t know why she still felt hurt every time it happened. "Boooom." His words exploded in her head like a bomb, and the little bit of hope she had left in her heart was also gone. The hands holding the bag tightened. She felt like someone had stabbed her heart, and she could smell the blood. Suddenly, she laughed at herself. She felt like a fool. How could she expect anything from a man who was so cold toward his child? "If you don't want this child, then why did you sleep with me?" She wanted to yell at him, but in the end, she didn’t say anything. He had once told her that he liked children, which was why she hadn’t taken the pills. But... It was as if he liked children but not with her. Stella's heart was in so much pain, but she didn’t want to let him see her tears. She didn’t turn around, keeping her back facing him. Stella took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Kingston, don’t think too much. I also don’t want this child at all. I have already decided to get rid off it." She was about to leave but then stopped and said, "One more thing, I hope we don’t see each other again in this life." After she said, Stella didn’t stop for a minute and left. At first, she didn’t want to leave this place, but now... She felt suffocated. Stella held her bag tightly and left without looking back. RK watched the woman’s back, struggling to keep herself straight and not stumble. His eyes were dark and filled with unreadable emotions. Only after her figure disappeared from his sight did his tense back relax. [Flashback end] "I am sorry, I didn’t see you..." Suddenly, a man bumped into Stella, who was standing in the hallway. Files fell to the ground. But because of this she also came back from the memories from six years ago. "No, I am sorry," she said, helping him pick up the files before going into the elevator. As the elevator door opened, Jack Paul stood outside and greeted her. Jack Paul looked at Stella with a smile and said, "Stella, here you are. How are you? You are new here. If you need anything, please feel free to tell me." Stella looked at him and nodded. "I am fine, thank you." As they talked, they went to his office and sat down. Jack looked at Stella and said, "Stella, I am very happy that you accepted my offer and came back." As he spoke, he handed her a red file and continued, "I am sure you have heard that our company is going to be acquired by someone. This file contains the reports I made; take a look." Stella took the file and nodded. Jack continued, "Many companies want to buy our company, but among all of them, RK Groups is the best. However, the price offered by Mr. RK was too low." He paused and said, "This time, I ask you to come back so that you can turn the situation around." "RK Groups... Rene Kingston..." Stella's hands holding the file trembled. The memories she had locked away deep down in her heart suddenly resurfaced. Stella calmed herself and said, "I will do my best." "That’s good," Jack laughed and said. "Now that you have taken on this project, I am not worried anymore." Chapter 4 The next day, at a coffee shop... Stella had already organized all the documents and asked the negotiation director of the RK Group to meet her at the coffee shop. As she was waiting, a man wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses came over. But when he walked over and saw Stella, he looked shocked. Stella also looked at the person in front of her and was shocked, too. Because the one standing in front of her was RK's assistant, Alex Triston. For a moment, both of them stayed quiet. It was Stella who took the initiative and said, "Long time no see." Alex heard her words and quickly regained his composure. He nodded and sat down. Stella didn’t waste much time and went straight to the point. "Mr. Triston, here are the documents. If you find them satisfactory, please sign them." As she spoke, she pushed the documents in front of him. Alex looked at the eye-catching price of 70 million and was shocked. "Miss Richard, the RK Group can only offer 40 million. The price your company is asking for is very high." Stella didn’t want to sign this contract from the beginning. She would never let that man become her boss. She felt like she was wasting her time on the RK Group and should find another company. "It's alright, but we can't sign this contract." She said, packing her things and deciding to leave. Alex saw that she was about to leave and that she wasn’t interested in this deal, and he panicked. He rushed over and stopped her. "Miss Richard, please wait. Let me call and ask about the price again." Stella stopped and nodded. "Of course." Alex stepped to the side and made a call. **** At the RK Group's CEO office... RK was sitting in the head chair, listening to a report from the marketing department, when his phone rang. RK glanced at the phone and hung up. He didn’t like being disturbed at work. But after a few seconds, it rang again. The people standing in the office saw his cold expression and trembled. They felt like the person on the other side was about to die. RK's face didn’t look good, and the people reporting to him felt a chill down their spines. RK picked up the phone and asked, "What is it?" His voice was cold. Alex reported the situation on the other side. "Tell them it’s not going to happen. 70 million is too much; they’re not worth it." After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up. But Alex said something that made him pause for a while. His fingers tapped on the table, and after a minute, he replied, "Okay, then let's agree to 70 million." After that, he paused for a moment and added, "Tell her I’m coming to the company, and ask her to personally explain to me how it’s worth 70 million." After he spoke, he hung up the phone. There were some unknown emotions in his deep blue eyes. The people from the marketing department heard his words and were shocked. "The CEO is going to personally sign the contract." "Is that negotiation really worth his visit?" Moreover, they knew that in this negotiation, Mr. Kingston didn’t need to be personally involved. All of them had question marks on their faces. **** Alex wasn’t too far away, so Stella could hear parts of his conversation. She heard Alex directly reporting her name to the person on the other side of the phone. Within just three minutes... "Miss Richard, wait! Mr. Kingston said that they have no problem with your price. The agreement must be set according to your company’s plan. Let's quickly sign the deal so that no one can back out." After he finished speaking, he took out the documents, signed his name, and handed the pen to Stella. Looking at his arrogant attitude, as if he had already bought her company, Stella was a little shocked. She stared at the pen in a daze. She hadn’t expected the agreement between the two companies to go so smoothly and effortlessly. Stella felt like she had made her stand clear by not lowering her price and being firm in her decision. But who would have thought that RK would be even more determined than she was in the acquisition of the company? He even agreed to sign the contract at her price. "Didn’t he pride himself on never changing his decisions, no matter what? Then why did he change this one?" she thought. "Was it because, after living with the love of his life, he changed?" But no matter what. Now, what could she do? Stella took the pen and signed her name. She didn’t care about him anymore. Anyway, she wasn’t going to stay here. Usually, she didn’t want him to become her boss, but what could she do? She needed to finish this job and leave quickly. Alex put the documents back, shook hands with her, and said, "Miss Richard, from now on, we’re colleagues in the same company. Please take care of us in the future!" Stella just gave him a forced smile. Only she and God knew how much she didn’t want this man to be her boss. Alex looked at her and added, "Miss Richard, please go back to the company quickly. Mr. Kingston will be there in a while. He said he wants you to... personally explain how your company is worth 70 million." Alex also didn’t know why his boss wanted Miss Richard to do it personally, after what happened between them before. But as an assistant, he could only do as he was told. ***** On the way back to the company... Stella was sitting in the car, but her mind was filled with thoughts of how RK would soon become her boss. "Ahhh! Stella, you’re the best. You just signed the contract as soon as you showed up!" The one who speak was the assistant to the director of the company. "Stella, you don’t know, but before you came, Mr. Paul sent many people to negotiate with Mr. Kingston, but he only kept lowering the price." She hugged Stella and said happily, "Stella, you’re our lucky star." Stella just lowered her head and didn’t speak. Because it wasn’t what she wanted. Lily continued, "Stella, you just came back, so you probably don’t know much about the city, right?" As she spoke, she leaned closer to Stella’s ear and whispered, "Let me tell you, Mr. Kingston is the most handsome man in X City. He’s not only handsome but also rich and capable. He’s the dream man of many women in the world." Stella heard her words and felt speechless. "I heard that he had a fiancĂ©e before, but he already left her, six years ago," Lily said. "He didn’t marry her sister?" Stella couldn’t believe they hadn’t married yet. Didn’t he give her a divorce because he wanted to marry her sister? She thought that by now, they must be married, have children, and be living happily together. "Stella, here you are." When Jack heard that Stella had reached an agreement with RK Groups, he personally came to welcome her with a big smile on his face. "Stella, you didn’t disappoint me. Quickly, go to the meeting room and sit for a while. Mr. Kingston will be here soon, and you will come with me to welcome him." 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No 2024-11-27 19:58 active 1932 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring her along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' " Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." a maid’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. Shelia liked white dresses. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to dress like that for a man. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," the maid said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." The maid sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." LEARN_MORE https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 320 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 thebvhwysgng.com DCO https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460945545_1260136988488997_5934319666725695187_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=l674mW6j688Q7kNvgGIMGrR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AGuEgiHEpUX3GJYJ4tsj5eG&oh=00_AYDRXp16RocF3XIhu55LK5X6NtF5tvQRcU5lkk2sVxwPzw&oe=674D8F5A PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-27 18:48 active 1930 0 Descargar ahora👉👉👉 No hace falta que busques más. Esta es la serie que estabas deseando ver. ¡No te la pierdas o te arrepentirás! 😍 WATCH_MORE Miiowtv short000 https://www.facebook.com/61557562951006/ 207 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Watch more 0 VIDEO 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461178618_1251947986237964_2448276683134180913_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Rvu7eFrSuNUQ7kNvgFRAoli&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmtybnpLUcCXWoaZATZagJZ&oh=00_AYAcV-6n33ifAL380kcTBxm-SHL6EZTiuulK5KhC6yHzHQ&oe=674D8D1E PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Miiowtv short000 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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