A Marriage So Lethal (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 87

Upon returning from the main house, Kang Woo ransacked the entire home.

First, he went to the bedroom and began searching for documents, opening every drawer in the vanity, the display cabinet, and any other drawer he could find. Clatter—his rough hands swept recklessly across the room, sending all sorts of items tumbling to the floor.

He was solely consumed by the obsession of finding the contract—though it was entirely possible that Ji Se Ah had already taken it and vanished, or even destroyed it long ago.

The CCTV footage from the main house had captured Ji Se Ah entering and leaving: first, quietly trailing behind Director Lee, then exiting the main house two hours later. Her expression remained calm, making it difficult to believe she had been under duress.

Logically, he knew Ji Se Ah had betrayed him and left—but emotionally, he simply couldn’t accept it.

If the contract didn’t turn up even after tearing the whole house apart, did that mean the copy his father held was a forgery?

Obsession gripped him so tightly that exhaustion never registered. He methodically searched every corner—not just the bedroom, but the living room, study, reception room, multipurpose room, and even the bathroom. Yet not even a scrap of the contract surfaced.

“Haa…”

After all that chaos, his breath came out in ragged gasps. Now only the walk-in closet remained unchecked.

For a while, Se Ah had often locked the closet door. Some days, she would open the wardrobe just a crack, rummaging inside as though hiding something—then jump in startled surprise upon seeing him.

He had ignored his initial instinct to head straight for the closet and turned away instead.

He’d searched enough. There was no way a contract could be hidden here. Could a woman with such an innocent gaze have meticulously planned all this—endured living with a man utterly devoid of affection, bent her own fiery temperament to his will?

It was utterly implausible.

Surely, she’d return home before tonight was over. Then she’d cry and explain herself. Regardless of her reason, he’d decided he’d believe whatever she said.

He opened the display cabinet, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and drank straight from it; the liquor slid down his throat with a visible gulp. Foolishly, he called Se Ah again.

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