A Thrilling Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10

He, who knew better than anyone what it felt like to be abandoned, vaguely guessed that So Myung must have gone through something similar to himself, which was why she was struggling so much.

Do Ha entered the house and slumped heavily onto the sofa, his exhaustion clearly written all over his face.

He frowned as if the tie around his neck was uncomfortable, grabbed it with his hand, and loosened it.

His mind was unsettled—Seo Bin, whom he thought he’d forgotten, had reappeared.

Feeling thirsty, he walked to the refrigerator, pulled out a can of beer, and stared silently at the scenery outside.

So Myung sat motionless on her bed.

She picked up her phone beside the bed, started to call Ji Sung, then put it back down and tightly squeezed her eyes shut.

Biting her lip, So Myung barely held back the sob welling up from deep within her chest.

Despite her efforts to stay composed, her slender shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

Now she finally understood why people said your heart aches when you’re sad—her chest throbbed painfully, so much so that she unconsciously pressed her hand against it.

She sobbed quietly, as if the world would end if anyone saw her crying. How much longer would she have to cry before these tears finally stopped?

She was living in hell again today. She had lost all sense of time—how long had she been sitting like this?

She hadn’t eaten anything all day.

It broke her heart to realize just how much she was falling apart—but there was nothing she could do about it.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to—it was that she couldn’t.

Just then, her phone rang. It was her best friend, Ji Min. In her current state, she hesitated, unable to bring herself to answer.

After ringing for a while, the call stopped—only to ring again immediately. Ji Min clearly must have been worried about her.

She finally picked up the phone. Ji Min’s voice came through the receiver.

[So Myung? What’s wrong? Why haven’t you been answering your phone lately?]

“It’s… nothing… really.”

[Why does your voice sound like that?]

“Huh… huhuh. Ji Min!”

[Are you crying?]

“What should I do?”

[What happened? You have to tell me so I can understand.]

“Ji Sung wants a divorce.”

[What? Wait right there. I’ll be there in a minute.]

“No, you’re busy. You don’t have to come.”

[I’m coming anyway.]

Before So Myung could say anything else, the call had already ended. Ji Min had been her closest friend since high school.

Even after getting married, they still made time to meet whenever they could—a truly precious friendship.

Because she cared for Ji Min so deeply, So Myung couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

Not long after their call, the doorbell rang. So Myung barely managed to get up and open the door. As soon as it opened, Ji Min rushed in breathlessly.

“So Myung?”

“Ji Min…”

“Why do you look like this?”

“Ji Min… I’m so exhausted.”

Hearing So Myung’s choked voice, Ji Min quickly walked over and pulled her into a tight embrace. So Myung buried her face in Ji Min’s arms and cried bitterly for a long time.

Ji Min said nothing, just gently patted So Myung’s back. After a while, once So Myung had finally calmed down a bit, they sat facing each other in the living room.

“So Myung, I just can’t believe it. That guy who used to say he couldn’t live without you—is this really happening?”

“……”

“Are you okay? Ugh, of course you’re not.”

“I don’t know what to do. One minute I’m so furious I want to kill him, and the next I wonder if I can even live without Ji Sung.”

“Ugh. So Myung… can you really forgive Ji Sung and keep living with him?”

“…Honestly, I don’t know. It’s all so confusing.”

“That bastard.”

Ji Min couldn’t contain her anger and bit her lip hard. Her eyes welled up with tears too.

“But you haven’t eaten anything, right?”

“……”

“You have to take care of yourself. Do you think that jerk will care just because you’re like this? Get up.”

“Huh?”

“Go lie down on the bed. I’ll quickly go buy some porridge and do some grocery shopping too.”

“No, Ji Min. I don’t feel like eating.”

“Hey! Hong So Myung. Are you really going to act like this? It makes me so upset when you do.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? Don’t be silly. Just go lie down.”

“Thank you. Just telling you everything already made me feel so much better.”

Ji Min helped So Myung up and led her to the bed, where So Myung lay down.

She felt deeply grateful that Ji Min was there for her like this. Soon, she heard the sound of Ji Min leaving.

Ji Min hadn’t even taken the weekend off, yet she came all the way to her place just to worry over her—So Myung truly felt lucky to have her.

‘Ji Min, thank you!’

Not long after, Ji Min returned with both arms full of groceries and filled So Myung’s refrigerator.

Then she scooped a spoonful of steaming hot porridge, gently blew on it, and handed it to So Myung.

“Here, eat up.”

“Thank you.”

So Myung began eating the porridge. She had no appetite at all and could barely taste anything. Ji Min watched her with concern in her eyes.

“Even if you have no appetite, you need to eat. You need strength to think clearly. It’s hard to think properly when you’re hungry.”

“Thank you so much, Ji Min. Huhuh…”

“Stop crying. Don’t cry over that guy. Your tears are too precious.”

“Ji Min… will I be okay?”

“So Myung, what’s wrong with you? You’ve got a solid career, you’re still young, you’re beautiful, and you’ve got a great personality—what’s the problem? That fool Ji Sung will regret losing you for the rest of his life.”

“……”

“Cheer up.”

Ji Min looked at So Myung with genuine concern and comforted her from the heart. Before long, time passed, Ji Min left, and So Myung was alone again.

After pouring her heart out to Ji Min, she felt slightly better.

She was the only one who could resolve this unbelievable situation she now faced.

Lying on the bed, she suddenly remembered something and jumped up, rushing to the balcony.

Her eyes were filled with worry. She’d been so preoccupied with Ji Sung that she’d completely neglected this.

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

‘I’m sorry.’

So Myung started watering the plants. She used to find such joy in this simple chore…

Just as she finished and was heading back to bed, a text notification chimed on her phone.

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

[I’d like to meet you.] [Who is this?] [I have something to tell you about Ji Sung oppa.]

At the mention of “Ji Sung oppa,” So Myung’s heart sank heavily.

With trembling hands, she began typing a reply.

[Where should we meet?] [I’ll come to your area.] [Where exactly?] [How about the café in front of your building?] [Call me when you arrive.] [Okay.]

So Myung got chills down her spine at the mistress’s bold, confident tone—but she knew she had to meet her.

She needed to see her face—to see what kind of person would try to destroy someone else’s family.

Besides, maybe facing her in person would help her finally make up her mind about Ji Sung.

Her whole body trembled like an aspen leaf. She could barely calm herself down. Gritting her teeth against the boiling rage, she walked to the bathroom.

She undressed and turned on the shower. Warm water enveloped her entire body.

So Myung was doing everything in her power just to hold on.

After finishing her shower, she sat at her vanity. Back when she worked at the office, she used to put effort into her makeup…

She took out her pouch and started applying makeup.

Her hands wouldn’t cooperate—probably from nervousness—and kept drawing crooked eyebrows.

Frustrated, she grabbed a tissue and aggressively wiped away the messy lines.

‘Don’t cry. I don’t want to look pathetic.’

She tilted her head back, trying to stop the tears from spilling over.

After many attempts, she finally finished her makeup and changed clothes.

She put on the neat office suit she used to wear to work and waited anxiously for the message.

About an hour later, the notification sound rang.

[I’m at the café ‘Hoo’ near your apartment.]

So Myung grabbed her bag and ran down to the underground parking lot. It was a bit too far to walk, so she drove to the café.

As she parked and tried to get out of the car, her legs shook uncontrollably.

Intense nervousness weighed heavily on her. She barely managed to step out of the car and took a deep breath.

Then she slowly walked into the café.

She scanned the people inside—and spotted a familiar man’s back.

It was her husband, Ji Sung.

Ji Sung was sitting beside a woman, and the two of them were giggling as if sharing something amusing.

Blind with rage, So Myung marched straight toward them.

Since she was approaching from behind, neither of them noticed her coming.

So Myung reached forward, grabbed a large handful of the woman’s long, wavy hair, and yanked it with every ounce of strength she had—including the strength she used as a baby to suck milk.

Caught completely off guard, Ra Hee Chae couldn’t even defend herself properly—her head snapped sharply backward.

The pain of her hair being ripped out made Ra Hee Chae let out an involuntary, ear-splitting scream.

So Myung, still holding tight, shouted,

“Are there no men left for you to steal that you have to go after someone else’s husband?”

“Ah! Ah! Let go! It hurts so much! Ah!”

So Myung tightened her grip and pulled even harder on the hair.

Startled by So Myung’s sudden attack, Ji Sung was momentarily speechless—until Ra Hee Chae’s agonized shriek snapped him back to reality.

“Hong So Myung! What the hell are you doing?”

Ji Sung rushed behind So Myung, grabbed her by the waist, and threw her to the floor.

Overpowered by Ji Sung’s strength, So Myung tumbled onto the cold marble floor.

The impact left her writhing in pain, unable to get up, while Ji Sung hurried to Ra Hee Chae and gently stroked her head.

“Are you okay?”

“It hurts so much. Why is your wife so barbaric?”

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

“Get up, Hong So Myung. Apologize to Ra Hee Chae. What is wrong with you? Acting so uncivilized.”

On the floor, So Myung still clutched a bundle of Ra Hee Chae’s hair in her fists.

The commotion between So Myung and Ra Hee Chae at the café drew police attention.

Ji Sung apologized profusely to the angry café owner and promised full compensation, eventually convincing him to call off the police.

So Myung barely managed to stand up and walked outside. Ji Sung looked at her with icy eyes and said,

“I really pity the man who ever loved a woman like you.”

“Ji Sung? Can’t you see me?”

“Do you even know why I came here? I thought maybe if you saw it with your own eyes, you’d finally leave me alone. Did you get your shock?”

Standing nearby with her arms crossed and an angry expression, Ra Hee Chae huffed and said,

“You watch yourself—I might just press assault charges. Do you think I’ll just sit back and take this?”

“What a shameless woman.”

So Myung glared fiercely at Ra Hee Chae and said,

“Oppa, I’m scared of that woman—just look at her eyes.”

“I’ll make sure you pay for making someone else’s eyes bleed tears of blood. We’ll see how well you live after this.”

As So Myung stepped aggressively toward Ra Hee Chae, Ji Sung grabbed her wrist.

“Enough! She’s the woman I love.”

“You bastard! How dare you say that right in front of me? I’m your wife—me!”

“Just sign the divorce papers. Let’s not drag this out and make ourselves look pathetic.”

“It’s you who looks pathetic.”

Just then, a sharp, deep male voice reached Ji Sung’s ears.