Once More, Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
“Min Seol Won!”
A sharp cry rang out from behind her, and instantly her group swarmed over.
Then, as if they’d been waiting for this moment, they began pouring out accusations.
“Oh no, what do we do! They fell right between the pebbles—the petals are all ruined, unnie!”
“This is a disaster! These were meant for the bridal waiting room and the centerpieces on stage—they’re important!”
Thanks to them, Chae Ha finally learned the name of the woman he’d just bumped into.
Min Seol Won. It suited her—a name as pristine as untouched snow at dawn.
The three women, acting as if Chae Ha standing right there didn’t even exist, kept hurling blame at her.
Roughly phrased demands like, “This stuff’s expensive—what are you gonna do about it? Are you taking responsibility?” filled the air.
Unable to stand it any longer, Chae Ha stepped boldly in front of them.
“Enough. Which shop are you with? Don’t you know it’s inconsiderate to cause a scene at someone else’s wedding?”
“What…!”
The woman named Min Young tried to raise her voice, but meeting his sharp glare, she quietly took a step back.
Just as Chae Ha was about to add another remark, Seol Won quickly intervened to defuse the situation.
“Senior, it’s my fault, so I’ll handle it myself. Is that okay?”
“W-well, of course! You’d better compensate for the flowers yourself!”
Uttering that shameless final line, they fled as if running for their lives.
Seol Won let out a quiet sigh, then apologized once more to Chae Ha.
“I’m sorry. You had to witness such an unpleasant scene.”
After that brief remark, she bent down and began gathering the fallen lily of the valley flowers from the floor.
One bloom, then another—flowers slowly gathered in her hands, though they already seemed beyond repair.
“Aren’t those flowers completely unusable now?”
At his words, Seol Won flinched, her hands stopping mid-motion before straightening up.
Now that he looked closely, the top of her head barely reached his chest.
She examined the small, crushed flowers trampled among the pebbles and replied evenly,
“…Seems that way. Now what do I do—there are no more flowers.”
“No more flowers?”
“Yeah. Lily of the valley is imported, and it’s not easy to get. We usually place orders weeks in advance because there’s nowhere you can just pick some up immediately. Even our shop, which is pretty big, doesn’t keep any extras.”
From what he heard, it sounded like a serious predicament.
Chae Ha glanced briefly toward the direction the three had just fled.
“Aren’t they partly responsible too? You should probably report this to your shop.”
“The world isn’t kind enough to live by constantly complaining about every injustice.”
“But even as a third party, I found their words pretty embarrassing—so is that really okay with you?”
“Well…”
A faint blush seemed to color Seol Won’s pale cheeks.
She quickly continued, as if making excuses,
“It’s just that… one of our clients originally ordered a bouquet, but suddenly insisted on using one I personally arranged instead. That caused some misunderstanding.”
So it was jealousy after all. Chae Ha clicked his tongue inwardly.
If your skills aren’t good enough, work harder—don’t stoop to orchestrating petty, underhanded harassment behind people’s backs.
“Anyway, there’s no need to deal with them individually. Right now, what matters most to me is what to do about these flowers.”
Though clearly younger in age, her tone sounded twice as mature as those women’s just moments ago.
“Wait here. I’ll have the lily of the valley delivered within thirty minutes.”
“Y-yes. Wait, what?”
Her gaze shifted from the scattered blossoms up to him, eyes wide with surprise.
They were strangely confident—and somehow impossible to look away from.
“It means exactly what I said—wait. I share some responsibility for bumping into you.”
After that curt explanation, Chae Ha turned and walked back toward the main hall.
Among the guests was the son of a major hotel chain who controlled a string of wedding-related vendors.
For someone like Kwon Chae Ha, getting a few flowers delivered was nothing.
“Wait!”
What halted Chae Ha’s steps was a small hand clutching his suit sleeve.
Oddly enough, even though he usually disliked being touched by others, he didn’t feel irritated this time.
Perhaps it was because of the lingering, delicate scent of lily of the valley.
“What is it? I told you to wait.”
“Here—this is our shop’s business card.”
She swiftly handed him a piece of paper with an urgent gesture.
“I only have our shop card with me right now, but I’ll definitely reimburse you for the flowers. Please contact us.”
After saying that, Seol Won turned back to her spot to pick up the remaining fallen blossoms.
Only then did Chae Ha finally look down at the lily of the valley bloom he hadn’t returned to her.
A small, delicate flower, shyly bowing its head—yet radiating infinite grace.
Min Seol Won. It was a flower that perfectly mirrored her.
“…Are you alright, Director?”
Secretary Jung cautiously asked Chae Ha, who had been silently staring downward for a long while.
He’d just sat through multiple identical police briefings and had sunk into deep silence.
The report contained nothing new compared to what he’d heard over the phone.
All they’d recovered were the car and a few personal belongings—no trace of Seol Won, the vehicle’s owner, had been found.
An additional note speculating she’d likely been swept far away by the strong waves faded into nothingness under Chae Ha’s piercing gaze.
Still, the coast guard seemed to have already accepted her death as fact.
Chae Ha stared for a long time at Seol Won’s belongings handed to him by the police:
a cream-colored cardigan shriveled from water, a simple eco-bag, and even the hair tie she always used to tie back her long hair.
These ownerless items sat desolately on the table alongside her ID, waiting only for him to take them.
Yet Chae Ha couldn’t bring himself to touch even a single one.
Six hours had already passed since the accident.
It was nearly midnight. Ever since the marine search team had just informed him they could no longer continue due to the rough waves, all light had vanished from Chae Ha’s eyes.
“…Min Seol Won.”
Her name slipped from his lips, scattering emptily into the air.
Min Seol Won—his wife, barely twenty-six years old.
As if by a cruel twist of fate, she’d met with a sudden accident and been swallowed by the sea on their third wedding anniversary.
“Director, please go home for now. Staying here like this won’t…”
Unable to bear it any longer, Secretary Jung tried once more to persuade Chae Ha.
But all Chae Ha could see in his mind’s eye was Seol Won’s eyes from that morning—the last time he’d seen her.
That day, she’d looked as if she had something important to tell him.
What had those shyly trembling lips tried to say?
No—it didn’t matter what she’d wanted to say. He should’ve spoken to her first.
He should’ve asked her to stay with him not just for a limited contract, but forever as his real wife.
He should’ve asked her to be with him not as part of an arrangement, but as a genuine partner.
But blaming himself now for holding back his words and his heart was far too late.
His unspoken sincerity had sunk deep into the ocean along with Seol Won herself.
As he opened the door, unfamiliar air greeted him.
Just yesterday, this space had been filled with the mingled scents of both their presences.
Now, her fragrance lingered only faintly.
He collapsed onto the empty bed and roughly ran a hand over his forehead.
The bed that had once felt so familiar now felt strangely alien.
With absentminded fingers, he stroked the rumpled blanket.
Because she was so sensitive to the cold, they’d kept using thick bedding even now in May.
Yet the owner of this very blanket was no longer in this room.
Unbidden, words tinged with something between resentment and disbelief slipped out.
“…Am I really supposed to believe you’re dead?”
Just yesterday, he’d lain in this bed, close enough to feel her breath.
Whenever Seol Won, who always slept perfectly straight, occasionally turned toward him, he’d find himself gazing silently at her face for long moments.
Her softly closed red lips, her long hair rippling over her pale nape, her unusually warm, tender body…
Even the faint floral scent that always surrounded her when she was near…
Everything felt so vivid, so sharply real—as if Min Seol Won herself might appear before him at any moment.
Chae Ha looked down at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time.
The small hand that had always tightly held his during his hardest moments was now gone.
“Hah…”
The hand he’d meant to drop to the floor never reached it—instead, it covered his own eyes.
He didn’t know whether he was sad. Not a single tear came.
He only kept swallowing her name, again and again, before it could escape his lips.
After groaning in silence for a while, he staggered toward the wine cabinet and pulled out the highest-proof whiskey bottle he could find.
For a long time, he didn’t touch it—but today, he’d reached his limit.
“Damn it!”
Finally, Chae Ha hurled the bottle against the wall.
Damn alcohol. Damn Kwon Chae Ha.
Normally, he’d be drunk by now—but no matter how much he drank, his memories and senses only grew sharper.
“I’m losing it.”
He rose from his seat and wandered unsteadily toward Seol Won’s storage cabinet.
Perching himself on the plain wooden vanity chair—so modest it hardly seemed fit for a chaebol’s madam—he roughly dragged a hand over his face again.
Then, like a madman, he began yanking open every single drawer.
He emptied every drawer from the vanity to the wardrobe, but each was less than half-filled.
After three years as part of the Kwon family, it seemed Min Seol Won had lived without desire or greed.
He distinctly remembered handing her a limitless credit card with the words, “Spend as you like,” yet there wasn’t a single luxurious dress, handbag, or piece of jewelry to be seen.
Letting out a self-mocking snort, Chae Ha roughly pulled open the bottom drawer of the wardrobe.
His hand froze instantly.
Inside lay a ring box tied with a faded ribbon.
From distant memory, he recalled the moment he’d handed this to her—out of obligation.
He quickly opened the box, certain it would be empty.
From the day she entered this house to fulfill her role as his wife, Seol Won had never once removed her wedding ring.
And yet…
“Why is this here?”
Chae Ha roughly pulled the ring from its case.
Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he examined the object carefully.
An exquisitely brilliant large diamond—and instead of initials, the engraving read “May 24,” their wedding date.
This was unquestionably the wedding ring he’d given her.
His rational thinking was muddled from emotional turmoil,
yet a strange feeling surged deep within his chest—something wasn’t right.
Why, of all days, hadn’t she been wearing her ring on the day of the accident?
Just then, something else caught his eye.
Had he not aggressively yanked out the ring box, he might never have noticed it.
From the gap beneath the shelf where the box had sat, a piece of paper stuck out.
Chae Ha quickly reached in and pulled out the entire shelf to get a clear look.
Fully revealed, the paper made Chae Ha’s pupils dilate in shock, his eyes instantly bloodshot.
“This is…”
His hand trembled violently as he reached for it—he had to grip his own wrist with his other hand to steady himself.
A small pink notebook. On its cover were the words “Maternity Record.”
And below it, the name Min Seol Won.
Throughout their three years of marriage, his world had remained entirely separate from hers.
But in this instant, those three characters—Min Seol Won—shattered his world with a deafening crash.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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