Chae-Yoon’s question caused Jae-O’s eyebrows to slightly raise.
He stared at Chae-Yoon for a moment before responding.
“Didn’t I tell you the reason back then?”
Chae-Yoon nodded slightly.
“Right. You needed my dad’s company, and my dad asked grandpa to take care of me, which led to your proposal. I know all that now.”
Reiterating the reasons Jae-O had given for their marriage, Chae-Yoon shrugged nonchalantly.
“With your capabilities, Oppa, you could have easily found a company like my dad’s. There was no need to tie yourself down with marriage.”
“And from what I’ve seen of you, you never do something you don’t want to, no matter what others say. But with me, you agreed to marry so readily, and even to share a room. I was curious.”
These were her observations over a long time.
Even if Jae-O found the institution of marriage meaningless, allowing him to decide easily, other things weren’t so simple for him.
He was particular about many things, and this extended to people as well, especially women. He maintained an unusual distance from them.
This was something Chae-Yoon realized from overhearing a conversation between Haesang and Jipil three years ago.
“Jae-O doesn’t seem interested in women.”
“No, he isn’t. All his friends are men. I wonder if he’ll ever marry.”
“With Jae-O’s stature, women would be lining up for him.”
“He’s a shining apricot. You don’t know how temperamental he is.”
“Really? He doesn’t seem like that…”
Chae-Yoon had unconsciously harbored some expectations from these words.
Han Jae-O, who kept women at bay, proposed marriage to her.
Was there a slight possibility that he saw her as a woman?
She clung to this slim hope for a year, two years, and as the third year approached, she realized.
She could never be ‘a woman’ to this man. It was all her misconception.
Realizing this, she found it strangely miraculous.
Given Jae-O’s personality, he should have preferred separate rooms, but why was he sharing one with her?
So she asked.
“Is there another reason you married me?”
She wanted to know his true feelings, as they wouldn’t have much time together anymore.
“…”
Jae-O didn’t answer immediately.
He hadn’t even thought about that aspect.
“Marry Chae-Yoon.”
When Jipil first told him, it sounded absurd.
“Strengthening your position with CS Chemical isn’t a bad idea.”
It made sense, but did it have to be through marriage with Chae-Yoon? He questioned it.
“Haesang had entrusted Chae-Yoon to me.”
Before he could question further, he remembered Chae-Yoon sitting alone at Haesang’s funeral.
Tears streaming down her large eyes, her trembling body seemed to call for an embrace.
He wanted to tell her.
It’s okay. You’re not alone.
This almost instinctual thought surprised Jae-O himself, but he rationalized it as a protective feeling for the ‘younger sister’ he had known since childhood.
But why did her image come to mind at that moment?
Why did he think marrying Song Chae-Yoon wouldn’t be so bad?
He pondered momentarily but was certain of one thing: living with any other woman would be more bothersome than with Chae-Yoon. After all, she was the only woman who didn’t irritate him.
So, he followed Jipil’s advice, thinking it was a practical decision.
“There was no special reason. I just didn’t like the idea of you being alone, so I followed grandfather’s opinion, and as for sharing a room…”
As Jae-O hesitated, Chae-Yoon completed his thought.
“It was convenient for me, right? We shared it without any particular thought?”
Jae-O couldn’t contradict her.
Chae-Yoon’s lips curled bitterly.
‘So it’s true.’
Until now, Chae-Yoon believed Jae-O was simply indifferent to her. But now, she realized he saw her as a comfortable ‘sister’.
A pitied, lonely sister who lost her parents.
Sympathy or a sense of kinship, born from these emotions, made him follow Jipil’s advice, and since she wasn’t troublesome, sharing a room was inconsequential.
‘I was naively hopeful.’
She thought there might be a slight chance she was seen as a woman in his eyes. Realizing this wasn’t the case, Chae-Yoon bit her inner lip in frustration.
Feeling more resolute about divorce, Chae-Yoon took a deep breath and spoke.
“That day at the office, I came to ask if you could attend my graduation. Seeing you were busy, I just left.”
Jae-O’s eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this.
‘Just for that?’
Such a trivial matter could have been mentioned at home. Why did she feel the need to visit the office? As he pondered, Chae-Yoon added.
“Are all your questions answered now?”
Having finished speaking, Chae-Yoon stood up, and Jae-O asked her.
“Why did you need me at your graduation?”
Her body, about to turn away, froze.
It wasn’t about needing him.
“Why did you need me?” Jae-O pressed.
Chae-Yoon, who had been looking away, now faced him directly.
“Though it’s just a facade, you’re still my husband.”
The husband she only saw at home, the man who was her first love, and…
The man who never saw her as a woman.
She didn’t need him; she wanted to see him.
“Just… wanted to see you outside.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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