An Unbearable Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“What are you doing?”
He looked down at her with a reproachful gaze in his eyes as he spoke.
“That’s…”
“Didn’t you say nothing happened?”
“I-It’s not something you need to worry about.”
Was he scolding her for failing to report every tiny detail? Da Jung looked up at him with a flustered expression.
At that moment, a rough voice sharply pierced her eardrums.
“Are you the cabin manager?”
Tae Sang’s sharply tailored, high-end suit was far from resembling a uniform. The man scanned him from head to toe, then continued skeptically.
“Judging by the look of you, you’re clearly not a flight attendant… Are you a headquarters employee?”
“That’s correct.”
Tae Sang stepped in front of Da Jung as he answered.
His towering height—requiring the man to crane his neck to look up—and his confident, unplaceable tone of speech, combined with his overpowering, domineering gaze bearing down like weight—
seemed to intimidate the man, who quickly shifted his tone and cast a sidelong glance.
“Ah—ahem. Well, it’s not really something a headquarters employee should meddle in.”
“I’m the Head of Customer Service for Air Korea. You may speak directly to me.”
At the implication that he held a higher position than the cabin manager, the man’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He straightened his shoulders and launched into a lecture, adopting a condescending tone.
“Look, it’s not just anyone—it’s my older brother who serves as Senior Managing Director of the Passenger Department here. And I myself am the president of a partner company affiliated with Air Korea. In short, this airline is *ours*, ours. Yet the service is utterly shoddy—I can’t just stand by and watch.”
“Senior Managing Director of the Passenger Department…?”
“Yes. Managing Director Kim Gi Ju. Surely you’ve heard of him if you work at headquarters?”
“I do. Managing Director Kim.”
“…What? Managing Director *Kim*?”
Tae Sang silently nodded without a word, wearing an expression that seemed to ask, *What’s the problem?* The man’s face instantly crumpled in confusion.
“You’ve got some nerve—no sense of hierarchy, no self-awareness—how dare a greenhorn like you call him ‘Managing Director Kim’! You’d better properly train your juniors; this is unacceptable. Where exactly do you work?”
“Deputy President’s Office.”
“And your position?”
“Deputy President.”
“…”
For a moment, the man’s brow furrowed tightly. Deep wrinkles formed, brimming with irritation, and a faint scoff escaped his slightly parted lips.
The next instant, he drew in a sharp, deep breath, puffing out his chest like a penguin.
He seemed ready to bellow something like *“Don’t talk nonsense!”* Da Jung grew uneasy, bracing for the coming uproar—yet instead, only hollow air slowly leaked from the man’s mouth.
Apparently, while lacking in common sense, he at least had some situational awareness.
“You—you’re *really* the Deputy President…? No, wait—hey, flight attendant? Right? It’s not true, is it?”
The man tossed his gaze past Tae Sang’s shoulder, directing the question at her. As Da Jung leaned forward hesitantly to speak, a voice unexpectedly interjected from an unexpected direction.
“Deputy President’s Office—Deputy President Cha Tae Sang. Please relay my message to Managing Director Kim Gi Ju: train your subordinates properly.”
“*The real* Deputy President? Then—you must be the eldest son of the Hyo Sung Group… Oh!”
No one was unaware that Air Korea’s core management consisted of the founding family. A chilling thought struck the man—he and his brother might be in serious jeopardy. His lips quivered uncontrollably.
He swallowed hard, then gradually released the tension from his stiff neck.
“N-No—I meant, about training subordinates… well, in the heat of the moment, I just ended up scolding a poorly mannered flight attendant, that’s all…”
“Why are *you* lecturing *our* flight attendant?”
Tae Sang growled lowly.
“A-As a customer, one might… well, if something’s lacking, you might offer some guidance, wouldn’t you?”
“Is that so? Then as of today, you are no longer a customer of our airline.”
His calm, utterly composed voice fell like a weight onto the man’s head.
Tae Sang was the type to look down on others the moment they showed deference—someone who would trample over gratitude and climb atop others’ backs.
For people like him, it was essential to clearly establish who held the higher position. A high-handed glint flickered in Tae Sang’s eyes as he looked down at the man.
“Not a customer? What do you mean by that?”
“Disturbing cabin order and verbally abusing flight attendants—these constitute clear grounds for denying boarding.”
“Denial of boarding? No—even a Deputy President can’t do this!”
“It’s not because I’m Deputy President. It’s because I have *common sense*.”
“C-Common sense…?”
With a twisted expression, the man echoed Tae Sang’s words. Though his temper likely would’ve erupted into shouting, he seemed too wary of the consequences to actually do so.
Da Jung watched him silently, having even forgotten to breathe. He carried a unique aura—an overwhelming presence that dominated his surroundings.
His words were sharp yet refined, like a finely honed blade: precise and courteous. His gaze was intense. As a man—and as a superior—he exuded charisma that could utterly disarm others.
“It seems you have nothing more to say.”
With a concise motion, Tae Sang turned away. With a crisp *swish*, he pulled back the curtain, then turned his head and met her eyes quietly.
Only Da Jung’s eyes flickered in panic. His, like the night sky, remained utterly still—his gaze unwavering, conveying a silent message:
*What are you waiting for?*
Da Jung glanced uncertainly between Tae Sang and the man. In response, Tae Sang pulled the curtain further aside and wordlessly urged her forward.
With no other choice, she took a step—but he didn’t seem to follow. Curious, she glanced back and caught a glimpse of him approaching the man again, re-drawing the curtain behind him.
“And one more thing.”
Tae Sang halted directly before the man’s feet and spoke in a heavy, firm tone.
“What’s the name of the company you claim to represent? To my knowledge, we have no subcontractors directly affiliated with our employees.”
“Th-That’s…! Actually, I’m not really the president—just briefly affiliated with a small, obscure firm before. You wouldn’t know it even if I told you. Ha, haha. Please don’t bother.”
“I see.”
Tae Sang’s eyes gleamed sharply as he watched the flustered man.
*A quiet predator.* That was Da Jung’s conclusion about the Deputy President, a figure surrounded only by rumors.
He never barked first like a timid pup, nor wasted shots in idle threats. He simply struck—quietly, decisively.
Da Jung peeked out from the galley and glanced toward his seat. His expression was now serene again, as if nothing had happened—any trace of ferocity completely gone.
“Go ahead.”
After standing rooted like a stone statue for a while, Hwa Young approached and whispered in her ear.
“You said earlier you couldn’t even greet him properly. Just go for a moment.”
“Is that… okay?”
Moments ago, the two of them had bumped directly into the cabin manager in the aisle—en route to resolve the incident.
A complained-about flight attendant and the notoriously fearsome Deputy President: an ominous pairing. As her brow furrowed at the uneasy combination, Tae Sang stepped forward first and explained the situation.
Da Jung, unable to find a moment to interject, thus hadn’t even managed a proper greeting.
Still dazed from replaying the scene in her mind, a familiar voice suddenly came over the cabin intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have now begun our descent into Incheon International Airport…”
“Oh…”
After disembarking this flight, what were the chances she’d ever see him again?
The seemingly plausible phrase *“we eat from the same pot”* was merely figurative—she and he were clearly eating from *very* different pots. The odds weren’t zero—they were *negative*.
Da Jung quickly scanned her surroundings.
*At least this…*
What caught her eye was a small, palm-sized black box—elegant, wrapped in a gold ribbon. A commemorative chocolate given to passengers.
A flimsy pretext, perhaps—but it might help ease the awkwardness of initiating a first conversation.
Clutching the chocolate tightly, Da Jung walked toward the cabin. She approached at a measured pace and stood before him—he remained still, only slowly lifting his eyes to meet hers.
“Thank you… for earlier.”
She timidly placed the box on the side table—her heart pounding fast.
What if he told her to take it back? Or said he didn’t eat chocolate—what would she say then? As she anxiously watched his lips, his unexpected reply surprised her.
“Does that happen often?”
“…Excuse me?”
“Incidents like the one just now.”
“No… Not often—only occasionally.”
“Occasionally.”
Tae Sang murmured softly, tensing the front of his eyebrows.
A faint anger flickered across his elegantly furrowed brow. That such treatment occurred—not elsewhere, but *in his own company*—triggered a belated wave of regret, like receding tide.
His gaze settled intently on Da Jung’s tightly clasped, trembling hands. Though she was no criminal, her fidgeting fingers unsettled him.
“It really does happen only very rarely. Guests who act as severely as he did are extremely uncommon.”
“So you’re saying… there *are* many who act severely.”
“…”
“I understand.”
He gave the slightest of nods—so subtle it was nearly imperceptible—his voice and resolute gaze firm, unyielding.
Da Jung swallowed dryly and desperately pivoted the topic.
“This one has hazelnut jam inside—do you happen to like chocolate?”
“I don’t.”
“Oh… I see. Then this…”
*—Clack!*
As she carefully pulled the box toward her, a faint friction sound halted it mid-slide on the table. Puzzled, she looked for the cause—and spotted Tae Sang’s fingers pressing firmly on the box’s edge.
He’d pressed so hard the corner had visibly dented inward. Da Jung rolled her eyes upward—meeting the face of the culprit, who remained perfectly composed.
“I eat it… occasionally.”
With swift fingers, he untied the ribbon and lifted the lid lightly. A sweet aroma rose as the round chocolate became visible.
“…”
Tae Sang’s expression remained utterly bland as he placed the chocolate in his mouth and chewed mechanically—
a texture so smooth one might believe this was heaven itself, yet he seemed focused only on swallowing it.
After a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbed once before he slowly opened his mouth.
“It’s delicious.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
If you’re going to lie, at least put a little more effort into it.
Da Jung deliberately lifted the corners of her lips, matching his falsehood with cheerful complicity.
Clearly, he ate it solely out of consideration for her sincerity—despite not liking it at all. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if this seemingly rough man might, in fact, possess unexpected delicacy.
“Do *you* like chocolate?”
“Huh? …Yes. I do.”
Caught off guard by the sudden question, her smile momentarily froze.
But there was no reason for him to care about *her* personal preference—surely he was asking to gauge passenger tastes. Reassured, Da Jung continued warmly.
“Of course, many passengers love it too. Some even take extra to give as gifts.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
Da Jung answered briefly, straightening her posture at the same time. Landing preparations would soon begin—this was her only chance to say what she wanted to say.
“Thank you sincerely for what happened today—not just for resolving the disturbance, but for standing on *our* side.”
“Aren’t we on the same side?”
“That would be wonderful—but honestly, the company sides with guests more often than with flight attendants.”
Her calm voice couldn’t hide the bitterness seeping through. Quickly, she brightened her tone and continued cheerfully.
“I’ve never been elected as a representative, but still—I’d like to thank you on behalf of all the other flight attendants too.”
The gentle curve of her upturned eyes formed a lovely arc. Her smile—born not from duty, but genuine warmth—felt warm enough to melt ice.
Da Jung bowed softly, then slowly turned to leave.
At that moment, a quiet voice caught her by the ankle.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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