An Unbearable Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
He didn’t want to put Tae Sang in an awkward position, but with the Chairman’s Office involved, he had no choice. Secretary Kim furrowed his brows deeply and put on a pitiful expression.
Tae Sang narrowed his eyes, let out a sigh, and reluctantly opened his mouth.
“…Understood.”
“You’ve made the right decision!”
Unable to conceal his rising excitement, Secretary Kim spoke in a joyfully elated voice. Afraid Tae Sang might change his mind, he quickly wrapped up the conversation.
“I’ll clear your schedule for tomorrow morning.”
“No need. Ten minutes will be sufficient for the briefing.”
“…Yes. Then I’ll let them know you’ll drop by briefly after the executive meeting.”
Secretary Kim swallowed hard once and smoothly uttered a white lie.
The Chairman’s summons was clearly related to the engagement Tae Sang had recklessly broken off. Though reconciliation seemed impossible, the Chairman was evidently attempting to persuade him somehow.
There was no way this would end in just thirty minutes. Convinced of that, Secretary Kim subtly pulled out his phone and sent a message to his team members:
‘Tomorrow morning: Vice President’s visit to the Chairman’s Office. Clear all schedules.’
Beep, beep.
Perhaps due to the recent grueling interrogation by the Chairman’s Office secretaries—like being shaken through a thresher—the group chat remained heated despite the late hour.
In the afternoon, brilliant sunlight streamed in, casting a glossy sheen across the furniture and décor inside the spacious office.
Among them, the most dazzling object was a black mother-of-pearl nameplate. Centered on the oversized plate—nearly as large as the office itself—were the engraved words: “Head of Semiconductor Business Division, Yoon Myung Ok.”
Tap, tap.
Behind the nameplate, the woman tapped her desk with long, violet-painted nails and looked at the man before her with an air of pity.
“So… you really ought to have managed your family better, Managing Director Kim. What’s this nonsense about abusing power? It’s embarrassing in today’s world.”
“I had no idea it would turn out like this. Of all things, the Vice President happened to be on that flight…”
Managing Director Kim trailed off, bowing his head—his scalp noticeably bare. With the Vice President having caught him red-handed, pride was no longer a concern.
Recently, Air Korea had completely replaced all tableware and disposable items used onboard. During the vendor selection process, Managing Director Kim had quietly pulled strings to ensure his younger brother’s company secured the contract.
Officially, his sister-in-law was listed as the company’s representative, and the contract itself wasn’t particularly large in scale.
Thinking no one would notice, he’d let his guard down—only for his overly talkative younger brother to stir up trouble.
“Do you think Vice President Cha Tae Sang will cling to this issue?”
“Of course he will.”
“Couldn’t you possibly speak on my behalf? If you, as Head, instructed them to overlook it…”
“Ha, hah! You think I can just tell them to cover it up—and they’ll do it? Managing Director Kim, do you seriously believe that? That brat listens to me?”
Myung Ok casually referred to Tae Sang as “that brat.” Though they were technically mother and son with no blood relation, her hostility ran far deeper than that fact alone could explain.
“Please stop saying that and help me. In reality, we’re practically in the same boat…”
“Listen here, Managing Director Kim Gi Ju.”
Myung Ok sharply cut him off, her eyes flashing dangerously. Her tone, drawing a clear line, carried an icy edge.
“I merely conveyed a message and offered a steppingstone—how does that make us ‘in the same boat’? Did my younger brother rake in a fortune?”
“I—I’m sorry. I got carried away and spoke… inappropriately.”
“Like brother, like brother indeed.”
Myung Ok muttered to herself, then continued in a calm, unhurried tone.
“Well… There’s technically nothing wrong on paper, so don’t worry. It’s not as if the company is directly operated by you.”
“You know full well my name would surface with just a little digging. At the very least, we should contact the purchasing team leader beforehand and get our stories straight…”
“Well… the purchasing team leader is rather uncompromising in character…”
Myung Ok fiddled with her nails, sinking comfortably into her chair. Her composed demeanor resembled someone leisurely enjoying afternoon tea.
In that instant, a crimson spark flared in Managing Director Kim’s eyes.
“…Speaking to me like this puts me in a difficult position.”
“What exactly am I doing?”
“I’ve already given you your fair share—now acting like this is unacceptable.”
“Are you threatening me? Daring to threaten me?”
“Yes. I am threatening you—the great Head Yoon Myung Ok. Hah. When people raved about your ‘miracle,’ I just thought, ‘So be it’… But now I see—you climbed up this way?”
“The spoon-born miracle”: That’s what people called Myung Ok, who began as an ordinary staff member and climbed all the way to the apex of power.
She joined Air Korea as a top recruit and became the youngest Assistant Manager in company history. “First” and “foremost” had long become default descriptors for her, and her ambition grew alongside them.
Yet perhaps being *too* outstanding became a problem—suddenly, promotions and key projects consistently bypassed her.
An invisible wall stood squarely before her, as if declaring, *“This is where it ends—you aren’t welcome here.”* Myung Ok refused to accept that wall. She was determined to smash it down and prove them wrong.
To achieve that, she grasped dirty hands and rotten alliances. As she tenaciously endured and gradually earned people’s recognition, one man caught her eye:
Cha Young Hoon, the CEO of Air Korea—the very man she had wounded.
A heaven-sent opportunity.
Convinced of this, she abandoned the man she’d promised to marry and began circling CEO Cha. Before the chance of social elevation, past love seemed nothing more than child’s play.
“Go on—say something.”
Stabbed by Kim’s provocation, Myung Ok’s eyes twitched briefly. But only for a moment—then she spoke calmly, her voice devoid of emotion.
“Yes. I climbed up this way. So what?”
“…Head, rising takes time, but falling happens in an instant. Don’t forget that.”
“How utterly graceless of you. Well, fine. Even a cornered rat will bite a cat.”
“Ha—yes. I’ll bite you. Yes, I’ll latch on and won’t let go.”
“You don’t even have teeth. What exactly will you bite me with?”
“Don’t have them? Why not? Consider all the scraps I’ve handed you. If the Chairwoman finds out…”
“And if she does? You think she’ll dismiss me? Yes, she likely would—she’s a person utterly devoid of compassion. But… remember this one thing: if that happens, I may leave the company, but your son’s life will be ruined.”
“…?”
At the sudden mention of his son, Managing Director Kim’s eyes flickered rapidly. Myung Ok’s overly calm expression filled him with unbearable unease.
“If you’re going to do something shady, at least go somewhere far away. How could you possibly arrange your son’s military exemption through our Hyo Sung Hospital?”
“H-how did you—?!”
“I may not have the Chairwoman’s reach, but I’ve been with this company long enough. Did you really think I’d lack even basic eyes and ears?”
“No, my—our son… I mean, that is…”
“I don’t want to hear it—just leave. Let me say this again: I know nothing about the vendor selection matter.”
Myung Ok shot a sharp glance toward the door, then turned her gaze back to her computer screen.
“…”
Managing Director Kim clenched his trembling fists tightly.
How could she feign ignorance now, after benefiting together all this time?
He desperately wanted to expose the transaction records and drag them both off the cliff. But doing so would doom his son’s future as well.
He had no choice but to silently clench his jaw and walk out, bearing bitter betrayal—when suddenly, his younger brother’s muttered words echoed in his mind:
“Damn it… If only that flight attendant hadn’t unnecessarily vomited.”
In that instant, the suppressed rage he’d been holding back erupted all at once. Slamming the door shut, Managing Director Kim hastily scanned his surroundings, pulled out his phone, and pressed the call button.
Before the person on the other end could even finish saying “Hello,” he shouted:
“Hey, you! What was that flight attendant’s name again?”
Hope Village, a childcare facility located in the outskirts of Gyeonggi Province.
Da Jung, who’d been counting down the days until her day off, arrived early in the morning. Passing through the modest yet immaculately maintained main gate, she spotted the familiar playground ahead.
Since it was a weekday morning, the facility was deserted. Though she regretted not seeing the children, perhaps this quiet atmosphere was better suited for a calm conversation.
Da Jung had spoken with Director Dad a few days prior. He’d insisted it was just a minor shoulder injury, that he’d visited the hospital and was perfectly fine now—but his reassurances rang hollow to her ears.
“Ah… this.”
Entering the dormitory building, Da Jung’s eyes were drawn to the drawings and certificates pinned on one wall. Among them, one familiar name stood out vividly:
‘Gold Prize, Piano Division — Han Young Jin’
Just how often had it been polished to shine this brightly? Standing before the gleaming trophy—looking as if it had been awarded just yesterday—Da Jung let out a soft, knowing chuckle.
Director Cha Cheol Jung, father to the children of Hope Village, had hung Young Jin’s certificate at the children’s eye level—making it the most visible spot.
“You can achieve your dreams; you can become whatever you want,” he always said, pointing to Young Jin’s award.
Knock, knock.
Reaching the end of the quiet corridor, Da Jung gently tapped on the door.
Gripped by inexplicable anxiety, she clenched the doorknob tightly—when a familiar voice came from the other side:
“Come in.”
“…Dad.”
“Ah, Da Jung. Come on in.”
Opening the door, she saw Cheol Jung looking exactly as usual:
the familiar crow’s feet that appeared when he smiled, the checked shirt buttoned all the way up. Seeing his unchanged self, her heart instantly settled.
“Dad, how have you been? When exactly were you hospitalized? Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”
Now that her worry and anxiety had slightly eased, the words tumbled out in a rush. Da Jung stretched both arms forward and hurried toward him, circling the desk to embrace his shoulders.
“Whoa!”
Cheol Jung, not yet fully risen, let out a short exclamation and sank back into his chair. Da Jung quickly released him and checked his condition.
“Oh—sorry! Are you okay?”
“What’s the rush?”
“I’m just happy to see you.”
Smiling broadly, she stepped back—when she noticed his pants hanging noticeably loose at the waist. Instantly, her earlier unease surged back.
“Dad, are you really cleared for discharge? What did the doctor say? Actually—how did you get injured in the first place?”
“My dear, ask one at a time—one at a time.”
Cheol Jung patted her shoulder lightly as he spoke. His gentle scolding instantly brought a smile to her face. Da Jung chose the single question she most wanted answered:
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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