A Marriage So Lethal (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Se Ah’s face momentarily went blank. No wonder—he’d been acting uncharacteristically soft for the past ten days. Even when sitting still, his face usually exuded arrogance; now, it was so icy that a sense of distance had formed between them.
“That means you absolutely cannot get a divorce without Kang Woo’s permission.”
Her voice remained calm, but inwardly, Se Ah was overwhelmed with confusion. This situation was completely unexpected.
She didn’t know exactly what had triggered him—but regardless, the more she tried to push him away, the more stubbornly Kang Woo held on.
“Speaking politely doesn’t automatically make you unselfish.”
His voice, a deep and resonant baritone, carried firm conviction. Se Ah looked up at Kang Woo, puzzled, as if asking, *What do you mean?*
“It means your coming here like this is also one-sided.”
“Kang Woo…”
A headache crept in, and Se Ah lightly furrowed her brow. Just as she was about to press her fingers to her temples, Kang Woo’s fingertips touched her first. Startled by the gentle pressure, she instinctively brushed his hand away.
“Let’s sit down and talk.”
Kang Woo’s tone had softened compared to earlier. Mentally, Se Ah agreed with his words—after all, marriage wasn’t a relationship where one could unilaterally demand divorce and run away.
Obediently, Se Ah sat on the bed, and Kang Woo sat beside her, leaving only a slight gap between them.
“Even lovers—whose bond entails less responsibility than marriage—don’t end things this way. Especially us. We’re married. Even without formal registration, we’re in a de facto marriage.”
“I’m taken aback by your attitude, Kang Woo. Weren’t you the kind of person who only had business on your mind?”
“I admit I was indifferent. But that doesn’t mean I treated this marriage lightly. I’ll repay you far more than whatever wrongs I’ve committed.”
Kang Woo leaned forward slightly, turning his head to look at Se Ah. His gaze was deep and intense.
“I’m begging you—*you*.”
Though he begged, dignity clung to him. Perhaps it was due to his naturally refined features—or perhaps his inherently restrained nature—his words and expression were tender, yet his demeanor remained unshakably confident. Se Ah gave him an incredulous look at this contradiction.
“You don’t have to repay me. I don’t want it.”
Frustrated by her unyielding stance, Kang Woo bit his lower lip.
“If you’re *so* desperate to divorce, give me a reason I can accept—a reason strong enough for me to let you go at once.”
What expression would cross his face if she confessed she’d made a contract with his father before their marriage?
If she admitted outright that their marriage had been destined to end from the very beginning—would he still cling to her like this?
She ran a mental simulation. Imagining his immediate, disgusted reaction upon learning all she’d concealed until now.
Even in her imagination, her heart ached.
“There’s no other reason—only that I no longer love you, Kang Woo.”
His thick eyebrows slowly drew together.
“I have nothing more to say.”
“Since my affection for you has vanished, suddenly everything—your tone, your mannerisms, even the smallest details—feels unbearable and exhausting.”
As Se Ah spoke, she met Kang Woo’s gaze clearly once more.
“Even visiting your family home… enduring and tolerating your cold indifference has worn me out. I just want an ordinary life—to get a job, to be loved. That’s all.”
“Love? Tell me—*how* should I love you?”
Kang Woo’s eyes darkened with bitterness as he retorted.
“Teach me. I’ll love you—if you’ll only show me how.”
Though he replied lightly a moment later—
“If you dislike going to the main house, don’t go from now on.”
As if ready to act immediately, Kang Woo picked up his phone. He began pressing keys without hesitation—when, coincidentally, a call came in from the main house.
“Perfect timing.”
Muttering sarcastically to himself, Kang Woo answered. Gradually, however, his expression grew grave. After a brief reply—*“Understood, I’ll handle it that way.”*—he hung up.
“What happened?”
Kang Woo turned to meet Se Ah’s worried voice, tilting his chin toward her.
“A moment ago, you claimed all affection had vanished—yet concern remains, it seems?”
His sharp voice called out her contradiction.
“We’re not fully separated yet, Kang Woo. Out of basic decency, I can’t ignore this.”
“So you’re a compassionate woman toward others, Ji Se Ah.”
Unable to bear the faint twist of his lips, Se Ah looked away.
“If it’s nothing serious, please leave now. I want to rest.”
“Mother has been hospitalized.”
Pale-faced, Se Ah sprang up from her seat. Kang Woo watched her, puzzled.
“Just *how much* of your reasons for divorce am I supposed to believe?”
“We’ll talk about that later—let’s go to the hospital quickly.”
Leaving the bewildered Kang Woo behind, Se Ah hurried to the dressing room. In a daze, she grabbed random clothes, then finally settled on a classic dress. She’d inevitably run into Nam Tae at the hospital—no matter how urgent, she had to dress appropriately.
When she returned to the living room, Kang Woo was seated on the sofa. Though he’d appeared composed during the call, now—alone—his expression was visibly troubled.
“I’m ready. Let’s go see Mother right away.”
“Alright.”
By now, the heavy shadow that had clouded Kang Woo’s face had entirely disappeared.
Kang Woo and his wife entered the VVIP ward of Hanseong University Hospital. Madam Yeong Cheon stood guard beside Hyun Sook, who lay asleep, an IV drip in her arm.
“Representative, you’ve arrived.”
“Thank you for your hard work. How is Mother?”
“She woke briefly, but fell asleep again just now.”
Kang Woo walked over to the bedside and checked on his mother.
“Was something going on at home?”
“Well…”
Madam Yeong Cheon was a reserved woman—not quick to speak. Yet even without her words, the truth was obvious: Nam Tae must have harassed her over some trivial matter, and his gentle-hearted wife, inevitably, collapsed under the stress.
Hyun Sook suffered from chronic anemia and low iron levels, her constitution frail—she occasionally fainted.
Kang Woo’s face, his lips tightly pressed, was grim.
“You must be exhausted after caring for her all this time. Please go home and rest, Madam. You’ve done more than enough.”
Se Ah gently patted Madam Yeong Cheon’s hand, speaking graciously as the household’s representative.
“No, not at all—I haven’t really done anything.”
“Then where’s the caregiver?”
At Kang Woo’s question, Madam Yeong Cheon glanced cautiously about. Seeing the unmistakable situation, his long eyes narrowed in anger.
“Well… the Congressman said he didn’t want just anyone coming in—worried family matters might leak out.”
“I’ll find one.”
With a single phone call, Kang Woo arranged for a caregiver, then dialed another number.
“Director Lee. Where is Father?”
His low, gravelly voice echoed softly. Se Ah fretted inwardly, fearing Kang Woo might clash directly with Nam Tae.
“Kang Woo.”
Cautiously approaching and calling his name, Se Ah prompted Madam Yeong Cheon—perceptive as ever—to quietly excuse herself.
She lightly touched Kang Woo’s elbow while he was still on the call. Instantly, the sharpness in his eyes softened. Then, as if to reassure her, he subtly signaled *Don’t worry*. Strangely warmed despite the inappropriate timing, Se Ah lowered her gaze.
After a few curt, businesslike exchanges, Kang Woo ended the call.
Se Ah gently clasped Hyun Sook’s sleeping hand. If this delicate woman learned they’d agreed to divorce after just one year of marriage, how much more would she suffer?
Time passed in silence—until the attending physician arrived for rounds. He was the family’s personal doctor.
“You needn’t worry; her recent comprehensive checkup revealed no major issues. However, her vitality has weakened significantly, so constant supervision is necessary. As I’ve repeatedly emphasized, without it, cardiac arrest could occur.”
“Yes.”
Once the doctor departed, Se Ah’s tension broke—her balance faltered. Kang Woo’s arm swiftly steadied her waist as she swayed.
“You look pale—you seem exhausted.”
Before she could deny it, Kang Woo grasped her hand and guided her to the spacious attendant’s bed.
“Rest here. I’ll look after Mother.”
“No—I’ll be fine. Father will arrive soon anyway.”
As Se Ah tried to rise again, Kang Woo firmly held her in place. First, his deep gaze locked onto hers—the intensity of his presence undeniable. Then, his expression softened like spring sunshine.
A gentleness she’d never seen before. Watching her wide-eyed surprise, Kang Woo’s lips tilted faintly upward.
Just as she looked away from him, the ward door clicked open.
Through the doorway appeared Nam Tae—his lips set rigidly—alongside his secretary and Director Lee.
Startled by her sudden father-in-law’s arrival, Se Ah quickly withdrew from Kang Woo’s touch. Hastily standing and bowing her head, she felt Kang Woo’s gaze pierce her.
“I had a dinner meeting with officials from Cheong Wa Dae.”
Nam Tae’s voice was utterly composed. Even though Hyun Sook’s hospitalization wasn’t unprecedented, he showed not a trace of surprise. After briefly scanning his wife from a distance, he quickly looked away.
“Maintaining one’s health is, after all, a matter of personal discipline.”
Nam Tae clicked his tongue lightly—as if her illness stemmed from laziness.
“Mother hasn’t neglected her health. She exercises over four times a week, strictly controls her diet, and undergoes full checkups every two months. Since Grandfather’s time—and especially under Father’s oversight—she’s never had the chance to neglect it.”
Kang Woo’s lips curved slightly as he refuted point by point.
“People react to stress differently. Mother is simply highly sensitive—which is precisely why she makes such an effort to accommodate Father.”
“She’s *my* wife, after all.”
“I’m merely stating facts.”
Nam Tae cut him off with a dry cough.
“Head inside, then—since you’ve already arranged a caregiver.”
The mocking tone, the sneer playing on his lips: Nam Tae openly displayed hostility toward his defiant son. Yet almost immediately, feigning exhaustion, he collapsed onto the sofa.
“I’ll stay here.”
Se Ah volunteered to care for Hyun Sook. For someone as kind as Hyun Sook, this small gesture was only natural. An ambiguous smile flickered across Nam Tae’s lips—the dissonance between his sharp eyes and that smile made Se Ah’s hands tremble.
“As it happens, I *do* have something to discuss with you, Se Ah.”
Se Ah clenched her fists tightly. Without doing so, she feared her hands would shake uncontrollably. She refused to lay bare her fear and shame before Nam Tae.
“We’ll talk later.”
Kang Woo sharply intervened, his eyes scanning Se Ah’s pallor.
“You’re sweating coldly—are you unwell?”
“It’s just a bit warm.”
Strands of hair clung damply to her forehead. Kang Woo reached out to feel her brow—but noticing Nam Tae’s serpent-like glare, Se Ah caught his hand and gently lowered it.
“Father, may I step out for a moment?”
“Go ahead.”
Once only the two men remained, Nam Tae looked up quietly at his son.
“Sit down. I have something to tell you.”
Since university, Nam Tae’s attitude toward Kang Woo had shifted. Even under the stern ultimatum—*No family support unless you study abroad*—Kang Woo remained unmoved.
He’d reached his current position without spending a single won of family money. Even as his son, he was no easy man to control.
“It concerns GComms. You see, I’ve recently formed a close rapport with Chairman Lee.”
Nam Tae’s words drifted toward Kang Woo, who stood rigidly upright. Instinctively, Nam Tae sensed what the other desired—and what he feared.
Seizing the moment Kang Woo showed interest, Nam Tae signaled Director Lee with a glance. Silently, Director Lee slipped out.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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