Laughing, Noh Jae-min found it all too amusing.

As Chae-won mused over the situation, Jenny, still engrossed in her phone, mumbled to herself.
“I knew our house was a mess, but now it feels even more chaotic.”

Jenny’s voice, initially calm, soon faded as she refocused on her phone game.

“Then, have a good day, CEO Choi. Next time, let’s have a drink somewhere nicer than this hotel.”

After the meeting with the company representative, Yoo Gun briefly shook hands and said goodbye.

Observing the departing figure, Secretary Ahn sighed and remarked, “President Hwang still loves his drinks, doesn’t he?”

There had been three suggestions during the business discussion to go out and have a proper drink.

“How can you have a real conversation over tea at a fancy hotel at an hour made for drinks?” Yoo Gun thought. Knowing that Hwang was not one to drink modestly, he firmly decided to keep their discussions within the sober confines of the hotel.

“Are you heading straight back, sir?” asked Secretary Ahn.

“Yes, I must.”

Yoo Gun checked his watch and headed towards the elevator to the underground parking.

His pace slowed upon seeing a woman approaching with a tense expression, phone pressed to her ear.

It was clearly Gorona.

“I’m at the K Hotel now. There’s no need to wait until the weekend; come right away and track everything. Check everywhere, leave no stone unturned!”

Her excited voice faded as she passed by.

“Sir?” inquired Secretary Ahn as Yoo Gun came to a halt.

“Did you forget something, sir?”

Yoo Gun, deep in thought, didn’t respond at first.

“No,” he finally said and resumed walking, with Secretary Ahn following nonchalantly.

Pausing again, Yoo Gun turned his head towards the direction of the restaurant where Rona had just been.

“Look, there are plenty of taxis!”

After dinner, Mrs. Yeongja pointed out the taxis to Rona as they left the lobby.

“Rona, you should go ahead, especially since you’re pregnant. I’d offer a ride, but my car’s too cramped.”

Rona smiled warmly at her.

“Thank you again for the birthday celebration, mother.”

Despite it being an informal address for a friend’s mother, Rona consistently added ‘mother’ in her speech, causing Mrs. Yeongja to glance awkwardly at Heeju.

“Yes, thank you. And Jenny, I’m counting on you for English tutoring… Take care and get home safely.”

“Yes, mother.”

Passing by Jenny, who was absorbed in her phone, Rona fixed her gaze on Chae-won.

“Have a safe trip home too, Mrs. Heeju.”

Despite the unpleasant evening, Rona wanted to land one final blow on Mrs. Heeju.

But Chae-won, unfazed, tilted her head and smiled lightly.
“What’s there to worry about? I’m with family.”

“I actually heard when Mrs. Heeju went to the restroom earlier. She said they’re getting a divorce and living separately.”

Jaemin, taken aback, interjected while glancing at Chae-won’s reaction.

“Hey, Rona, why would you say such things? Let’s go!”

Unlike Jaemin, who didn’t want to reveal Rona as the other woman, Chae-won smiled faintly at Rona’s audacious behavior.

“Staying apart for a while seems good. It feels refreshing, even the husband’s gaze.”

Rona’s face, which had been calm, quickly turned cold.

“…The husband’s gaze?”

“If you’re scared, just sleep holding your husband at home. Don’t worry about my night walks, Ms. Rona.”

“So, you’re going back home now!”

Jaemin, sensing a crisis, forced Rona towards the taxi and opened the door.

“Take care, Rona! And please take good care of my brother with the English tutoring. Go on, get in!”

Rona, upset and avoiding looking at Jaemin, shot him a sharp glance before getting into the taxi.

As she closed the door, Rona trembled with anger, biting her lower lip, to the sound of Chae-won’s waving goodbye.

“What? His gaze is refreshed? Wants a child? Ha, it’s unbelievable.”

Mrs. Heeju clearly had no intention of divorcing. It was evident, yet the naive Jaemin was being easily manipulated by her words.

Rona was infuriated, recalling how Jaemin hadn’t answered properly when Mrs. Heeju asked if he really wanted a divorce.

“How dare they gamble with my life?”

She realized she needed to act, or else Jaemin would continue living a double life, and Mrs. Heeju would just stall for time and ultimately not divorce.

And if a child comes into the picture between those two…

As she felt dizzy with these overwhelming thoughts, her phone vibrated.

It was a call from the private investigator she hired to follow Mrs. Heeju.

“Catch anything you can, every detail. Where she stays, who she meets, everything. Don’t miss a thing, follow closely!”

Rona gripped her phone tightly, her gaze sharp and determined.