My Husband Fell in Love - Chapter 13
It took a considerable amount of time and effort for the patient, who had been bedridden for three years, to walk on her own. Seo Ha underwent tests and treatments every day and spent most of her time in rehabilitation. There wasn’t really anything else for her to do.
“The weather’s nice.”
After recovering enough to walk alone without crutches—though still a bit unsteady—her condition had improved significantly.
“I’ll go for a walk.”
“Be careful on the stairs!”
“Of course.”
Seo Ha cheerfully greeted the nurses she’d grown familiar with and stepped outside. Thanks to the unusually pleasant weather, many other patients like her were out for walks.
“There’s nowhere to sit.”
Just as Seo Ha found an empty bench in the quieter back garden and sat down, she heard hushed voices from somewhere nearby.
“Look at this. It’d fit our Seo Ha perfectly, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes. You’re so skilled with your hands.”
‘Seo Ha?’
Instinctively scanning her surroundings, Seo Ha’s gaze landed on a corner of the flower bed.
An ajumma in patient’s clothes and a young man in a suit were crouched down, fiddling with clover. Curious about this odd sight, Seo Ha quietly got up and walked over.
“Back then, I used to sew clothes for our daughter myself when she was little. These days I’m too busy to do that.”
Noticing someone approaching, the man looked up. Embarrassed, Seo Ha quickly tried to walk past—but tripped over the edge of the flower bed and fell.
“Kyaaah!”
“Oh dear!”
The ajumma, who had been braiding clover, rushed over and helped Seo Ha up.
“Are you all right, miss? Are you hurt badly?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Rubbing her numb knee, Seo Ha looked up and met the ajumma’s eyes.
At that moment—
“Seo Ha!”
The ajumma shouted so loudly it seemed the whole place would hear.
“Huh? Do you know me…?”
Seo Ha couldn’t finish her sentence—the ajumma suddenly pulled her tightly into an embrace, leaving her flustered and squirming.
“Where have you been, my baby? Do you have any idea how hard Mom’s been looking for you? Let’s go home with me right now, Seo Ha.”
“President, please don’t do this!”
The man forcibly pulled the ajumma away from Seo Ha and apologized politely.
“I’m so sorry. Our president isn’t fully well yet. Are you all right?”
“Y-yes, I’m fine.”
“Seo Ha, let me see your leg. Are you badly hurt? Does it hurt? Let Mom blow on it. Oh dear, my pretty baby—how can I bear to see you in pain?”
The ajumma reached out, but the man caught her hand before it could touch Seo Ha.
“President, that young lady isn’t your daughter. If you go back inside, I’ll bring your daughter to you.”
“You’re mistaken…?”
Though slightly worn, the ajumma was still elegant. She tilted her head, studying Seo Ha with confusion, then suddenly smiled brightly.
“What a pretty young lady. And I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you new?”
“My name is Ryu Kyung Joon, President. I’ve just joined the secretarial office.”
“I see, Secretary Ryu. I’ll count on you.”
“Let’s head back inside. The wind’s getting chilly.”
The strange pair walked off side by side, chatting as they went. After a few steps, the man turned back and bowed slightly toward Seo Ha—an apology, it seemed.
“What a weird thing to happen.”
Still dazed, Seo Ha sat back down on the bench. As she lowered her head to check her knee, she noticed a clover bracelet lying on the ground.
“Oh, this…”
She quickly picked it up and looked around, but the man and the ajumma were nowhere to be seen.
“Well, nothing to be done about it.”
Fortunately, her knee wasn’t badly hurt. Seo Ha sat alone and tried the bracelet on her wrist. It fit perfectly, as if it had always belonged to her.
“Huh…?”
Her chest suddenly ached. Unbidden tears fell onto the clover blossoms, leaving wet spots.
In the next moment, her lost memories came rushing back all at once—everything from early childhood up to the accident, every memory of living as Yoon Seo Ha.
“Mom…?”
As soon as the word left her lips, tears poured uncontrollably. The pain in her chest was so intense she could barely breathe.
Clutching the bracelet tightly, Seo Ha staggered to her feet and ran out. Her legs, still unsteady, frustrated her with every step.
“Mom! Mom!”
Hae Sun was nowhere in sight. She needed to find her and tell her, “Mom, I’m here!”—and her mother probably didn’t even know Kyung Joon was a spy for Tae Yang Group.
Calling out for her mother like a madwoman, Seo Ha ran until she spotted her reflection in the lobby’s glass—and froze in place.
‘Who… am I?’
Seo Ha raised both hands and examined them closely. The scar from the deep cut she’d gotten from a tailor’s scissors—stitched with six sutures—had completely vanished. Even her little finger, which had always curved slightly like her mother’s, was now perfectly straight.
Jo Seo Ha.
That was the name the medical staff used for her now.
Seo Ha stepped closer to the glass. The features of the unfamiliar woman became clearer.
The accident—just yesterday to her, but over three years ago to everyone else—
In that final memory, the woman who’d leapt in front of a car holding a red brick was now staring back at Seo Ha from the mirror.
It was utterly bewildering. Yet the overwhelming thought dominating her mind was that she had to find her mother. Stumbling back into the lobby, Seo Ha was shoved from behind and fell flat on her face.
“Oof!”
Though Seo Ha had no strength to resist, the other person acted as if they’d been the one pushed—and sounded annoyed.
“Where are your eyes when you walk?”
Her already fragile body ached terribly from falling twice. Still groaning on the floor, unable to get up, Seo Ha saw a man’s polished shoes stop in front of her.
“What’s going on, honey?”
“I bumped into you by accident. You seem really upset. I’m so sorry—especially to someone who’s already hurt…”
Suddenly, the woman’s tone changed.
Hearing their voices sent chills down Seo Ha’s spine. Slowly, she lifted her head from the floor.
Lee Seung Oh, Lee Ji Soo.
Lee Seung Oh held Lee Ji Soo’s shoulders gently, his expression tender—impossible to believe he’d shoved his wife under a truck.
Lee Ji Soo was even more horrifying.
‘That’s me!’
She looked so exactly like Yoon Seo Ha that even Seo Ha herself was convinced—same hairstyle, same accessories, same makeup, clothes, handbag, shoes, even the perfume.
“I’m so sorry! Are you hurt anywhere? Here—take my hand and get up.”
“Get away!”
Shuddering, Seo Ha slapped Ji Soo’s hand away.
“Kyaaah!”
How hard could a weak patient possibly hit? Yet Ji Soo shrieked as if struck with a baseball bat and threw herself into the man’s arms.
“Are you okay? Hey, seriously! Even so—”
“I-it’s fine. It was my fault.”
“You’re just too kind for your own good. Ugh.”
The two trashy people embraced and walked off calmly, acting like nothing had happened. Seo Ha sank onto the floor, swallowing the rage bubbling inside her.
She didn’t understand what was going on, but this body was Jo Seo Ha’s. She couldn’t do a thing right now by charging in recklessly.
She had to find her mother first.
Gritting her teeth, Seo Ha glared down the hallway where the two had disappeared.
[VIP Ward Exclusive Corridor]At least she had this much luck—her mother would surely be in one of those few VIP rooms.
And the real body of ‘Yoon Seo Ha’ as well.
***
Orange twilight spilled through the window and stretched across the white sheets. The teardrop-shaped humidifier puffed out cold mist steadily. Seo Ha wasn’t there.
“My baby… where did our baby go?”
Hae Sun suddenly jumped up from her seat.
“Seo Ha! Where are you, my baby?”
“Mom!”
The door swung open, and a young woman stepped in.
“Mom, I’m here.”
Hae Sun blinked blankly.
“Who…?”
“When will you finally recognize me, Mom?”
Same hairstyle as Yoon Seo Ha, wearing Yoon Seo Ha’s clothes, accessories, handbag, and shoes—
From head to toe dressed exactly like Yoon Seo Ha, Ji Soo smiled gently as she helped Hae Sun sit back on the bed, then perched beside her.
“I came to see you. My husband’s busy, so he couldn’t come.”
“…?”
After staring at Ji Soo blankly for a long while, Hae Sun shook her head.
“Don’t play tricks. Where’s my daughter?”
“Mom, come on! It’s me!”
“Miss, have you seen our Seo Ha? She’s about this tall, with big round eyes, very pretty. She ties her hair on both sides with yellow hair bobbles.”
Ji Soo bit her lips tightly.
It had been great—getting hired as a designer and promoted at lightning speed right away. It was satisfying to see the designers who’d ignored and ostracized her quit on their own.
The problem was the new brand’s halted designs.
Inside a small safe under her desk—impossible to destroy or burn—was Yoon Seo Ha’s design notebook.
Lee Seung Oh had said only two people in the world knew the safe’s password: Yoon Seo Ha herself—and Kang Hae Sun.
“Mom, it’s me. Why won’t you recognize me?”
“Oh dear, I left the bracelet behind. I made it for our baby.”
Ji Soo’s face soured. She pulled out a bottle of juice, gulped it down, and slammed it carelessly onto the table.
“Lee Ji Soo.”
Kyung Joon entered and ushered her out like a door-to-door salesman.
“That’s enough. The president is tired.”
“It hasn’t even been five minutes.”
“Let’s go.”
“Just who do you think you are, always shooing people out like this?”
“And just who do you think you are, coming in and out of the president’s room whenever you please?”
Kyung Joon asked coldly.
“I—well…”
“Leave.”
Though technically a managing director, Ryu Kyung Joon’s actual role was chief secretary—and Lee Seung Oh always treated him deferentially, never explaining why, not even to Ji Soo.
“Tch!”
Anyway, since she had to stick with Seung Oh, Ji Soo took out her frustration by deliberately slamming the half-finished juice bottle to the floor and stormed out.
“…Phew.”
Kyung Joon sighed as he cleaned up the glass shards and spilled juice. Throughout the commotion, Hae Sun remained seated, still wearing that dreamy expression.
“I’ll take my leave now, President. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
After double-checking the room’s temperature, humidity, and supplies, Kyung Joon bowed respectfully and stepped out. A security guard gave him a light nod at the door.
“Good work. Don’t leave your post.”
“Yes, Director.”
Now all he had to do was take Lee Seung Oh home, and his day would be over. Truthfully, it didn’t matter if he didn’t—but better to minimize any chance of him causing trouble, even slightly.
Kyung Joon walked down the quiet hallway and stopped in front of the elevator. The emergency exit behind him was closed.
“Achoo!”
A tiny sneeze slipped through from beyond the closed door.
‘A reporter?’
Kyung Joon silenced his footsteps and approached the emergency exit cautiously. The moment he gripped the handle and flung the door open—
“Huh!”
He came face-to-face with a woman who’d been hiding there, her hand clamped over her own mouth.
“You…?”
Not a reporter—but a patient. The very woman he’d met in the back garden during her walk today—the one who bore no resemblance to Yoon Seo Ha, yet whom Hae Sun had called “Seo Ha” and hugged tightly.
In any case, she certainly hadn’t come here with good intentions. Kyung Joon’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“You’re the one I saw earlier today, aren’t you? Why are you hiding here?”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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