Her emotions overflowed like a dam bursting.
“Just leave me alone, please! Just leave me be!”
[Oh, my. Have you lost your mind? You right now…]“Ugh!”
Yeonju threw her phone and ran to the bathroom.
She leaned over the toilet and vomited.
She threw up the porridge she had eaten for dinner, followed by a long bout of vomiting bile.
After a while, the nausea subsided. Yeonju rinsed her mouth and came out of the bathroom.
Yeonju, pale-faced, sat down on the living room sofa.
This wasn’t a surprising occurrence for her. She had been experiencing symptoms of nausea and rapid heartbeat repeatedly. It worsened to the point of breathlessness and vomiting.
When she visited the hospital, they found no physical symptoms and suggested that it was mainly psychological, advising her to relax and reduce stress.
Of course, she didn’t tell anyone in her in-law’s family about these symptoms, knowing they would disapprove even more.
Yeonju blinked her heavy eyelids. Leaning on the sofa, she felt drowsy and soon fell asleep.
‘I should take the herbal medicine again…’
She should take it again since she vomited it out, but Yeonju was too tired and fell asleep immediately.
How much time had passed?
A faint noise from outside the house woke Yeonju up.
She opened her eyes and immediately checked the time. It was 10 PM.
What was meant to be a short nap on the sofa turned into almost three hours of sleep.
Yeonju walked towards the balcony of the living room. The noise had definitely come from the direction of the house garage.
Just as she was about to look out the window,
“Ding-dong.”
The sound of the front door opening was heard.
Startled, Yeonju looked towards the front door. She saw someone coming in and her eyes widened in surprise.
“?!”
The person who entered through the front door late at night was Jinwook.
Jinwook, dressed in a black suit, took off his shoes and came in. Seeing Yeonju with her eyes wide open, he remarked.
“Not happy to see your husband after four days?”
“It’s not that……”
Yeonju knew Jinwook’s business trip was scheduled until tomorrow. Confused by his unexpected return, she asked in a daze.
“……You said you couldn’t come today.”
“I did, but that was the original plan.”
Looking tired from his packed business trip, Jinwook’s face appeared more gaunt than usual. His already sharp jawline was even more defined, and his features more pronounced.
Jinwook took off his suit jacket and headed towards the dining room. He downed a glass of ice water before approaching Yeonju.
“I finished early on purpose.”
He finished early on purpose?
As Jinwook approached, a small hope flickered in Yeonju’s eyes.
Could it be that he remembered their wedding anniversary?
Her heart fluttered with a foolish hope. This hope lasted until Jinwook spoke.
“You’re ovulating right now.”
Yeonju’s face instantly hardened.
“…….”
Ah.
Today was her ovulation day.
A bitter laugh mixed with a sigh escaped her lips as she realized.
Her mind went numb.
What expression should she wear right now?
In front of a husband who forgets their anniversary but not his wife’s ovulation cycle… what should she say?
She didn’t know the answer, and even if she did, she couldn’t say anything.
Disappointment and emptiness were evident on her face.
“…….”
Jinwook, noticing her expression, asked, “Why that face?”
“…….”
“Is something wrong?”
Would this man understand even if she explained?
To him, the wedding anniversary was just a less important date compared to his wife’s ovulation.
Yeonju remained silent as Jinwook moved closer. His familiar scent wafted into her nostrils.
His languid gaze landed on her face and then drifted down to her delicate neck. His large hand encircled her waist.
“It’s been a while. Cheer up.”
As his hand moved inside her T-shirt, Yeonju pushed him away.
“……I’m a bit tired today.”
Jinwook retorted immediately, “I haven’t slept for an hour either. I’m just as tired.”
His voice was dry, and his eyes, harsh.
He grasped Yeonju’s hand, which had pushed him away. The tips of his fingers felt scorching hot on the back of her hand. His piercing eyes held her gaze captive.
“Just bear with it.”
“…….”
“I’ll make it quick.”
Yeonju’s eyes shook violently.
Her already shattered pride felt like it had plummeted to the earth’s core. She had neither the energy to respond nor anything to say.
Once, she thought that making love involved feelings of affection.
She believed that the emotions she felt when they exchanged heated glances were surely felt by him too.
But for him, the act of love was nothing more than a means to an end.
Feelings and reasons were irrelevant.
Jinwook had always been that kind of person.
Thoroughly calculating and cold in everything.
And she was the one who chose him.
She couldn’t blame or resent anyone.
She had been the one to attach meaning and emotion to an act that was no different from a task for him.
Alone in her delusions, alone in her exhaustion, alone in her hurt.
All while he was so indifferent to her.
Throughout the day, the words of others echoed in her head.
‘I’m sorry. The main lady of the house asked me to make sure you take it three times a day…’
‘She even called a few days ago, insisting I pay special attention…’
‘I can’t face the in-laws because of you.’
A void filled her dry eyes.
All this was something she should have been prepared for from the moment she chose to marry him.
There was no use in saying, “I didn’t know it would be like this,” now.
“…….”
Yeonju slowly lowered the hand that had been resting on his chest.
Then, with a resigned expression, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the situation.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
