The Wife Who Ran Away (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Jin Wook lifted his eyelids at the driver’s words.
He held documents in his hand, and through the window, he saw the house. He must have dozed off on the way home.
Even after sleeping, he didn’t feel refreshed—his head throbbed. It was no wonder; he hadn’t slept properly for days.
Business trips kept piling up one after another, and his workload showed no sign of ending.
Earlier that morning, the ready-mix concrete supplier collaborating with them had gone on strike due to a cement price hike. Halting ready-mix deliveries to construction sites inevitably caused delays in structural work and led to losses.
The ready-mix concrete supplier had notified them of an additional price increase, prompting the company to hold emergency strategy meetings. Despite repeated discussions, they still hadn’t found a perfect solution.
He’d dealt with conflicts with construction material suppliers countless times before, but this particular issue was especially grating on Jin Wook’s nerves.
That was because the troubled construction site tender had originally been In Hyuk’s responsibility. Jin Wook had stepped in for the slow-moving In Hyuk and secured the contract himself, and Hong Seok had subsequently reassigned the project to Jin Wook.
Since this was a task he’d taken over from In Hyuk, he had to demonstrate even greater perfection—to prove his capability not just to Hong Seok, but to everyone.
“Good work.”
Jin Wook let out a long, tired sigh as he stepped out of the car. Though he’d finally made it home past midnight, he knew he’d have to return to the office in just a few hours.
He briefly thought he should’ve just stayed at the office or a nearby hotel, but once he reached his front door, he decided even an hour’s sleep at home was better.
As soon as he opened the front door, a familiar scent drifted out.
A sweet, floral-like fragrance—the blended scent of Yeon Joo’s usual perfume and shampoo.
It was strange—whenever he smelled it, he felt oddly soothed. No matter how exhausting his day at the office had been, the moment he stepped through the door and inhaled this scent, his tension melted away completely.
Jin Wook removed his shoes and entered the quiet, dark house. It was so late that Yeon Joo was probably already asleep.
He didn’t mind that no one came to greet him. Just knowing someone was home gave him a sense of calm.
Wanting to shower and sleep right away, he undid his tie and headed toward the bathroom—but then noticed a faint light coming from the dining room.
Jin Wook turned toward the dining room and saw Yeon Joo slumped over the table.
She had buried her face in her arms, and the soft sound of her breathing indicated she’d fallen asleep in that position.
She looked deeply uncomfortable, so Jin Wook leaned forward to carry her to her bedroom. As he reached toward her shoulder to lift her—
“…Hmm.”
Yeon Joo stirred at his touch, twitching her shoulder. Jin Wook straightened his posture as he watched her slowly lift her head.
Yeon Joo blinked at him for a moment, seemingly trying to focus.
Still half-asleep, her expression looked dazed. Jin Wook spoke gently.
“Go sleep in bed.”
“…”
Despite his words, Yeon Joo stared blankly into space with a vacant look.
Only then did Jin Wook notice an unfamiliar scent coming from her.
A sharp, strong alcohol smell—clearly from a high-proof liquor. He narrowed his eyes and asked,
“…Did you drink?”
Yeon Joo kept her empty gaze fixed on nothing as she replied,
“Just one drink.”
“…”
“One drink… isn’t that okay?”
Jin Wook spotted a whiskey bottle on the kitchen table. The absence of an ice tray suggested she’d drunk it neat.
The whiskey was 40% ABV—regardless of how full the glass had been, even one drink was enough to get her drunk.
He stared at Yeon Joo’s face and said,
“Do you even remember what phase you’re in right now?”
“…”
“You should’ve held back, even if you really wanted to drink.”
He was referring to her fertile period—words he never would’ve said if she’d been aware of her own condition.
It was a cold remark. He was always like this—choosing words that cut deep every time.
He didn’t even ask why she’d drunk. How much she was hurting clearly didn’t matter to him.
After a long silence, Yeon Joo slowly spoke.
“Can’t I even have one day?”
Her steady gaze locked onto him.
“Just one day… can’t you let me do what I want?”
“…”
“I never interfere with what you do, no matter where you go or who you’re with.”
‘Someone I know saw you entering a hotel near your office past midnight—with a very young woman.’
I’d heard rumors about my husband, yet I never pressed him. I let him focus solely on work.
It wasn’t indifference—it was restraint. I could’ve questioned the details, but I’d deliberately held everything in.
So why is this man treating me like this? Over just one drink. Over one single act of doing what I wanted.
He doesn’t even understand how utterly broken I am right now.
At Yeon Joo’s sharp tone, Jin Wook narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, brows furrowed,
“Did something happen?”
“…”
“What’s gotten into you lately? Seriously.”
Yeon Joo bit her lip tightly before finally releasing it.
“…It’s just too hard.”
Her trembling voice rang with heartbreaking vulnerability.
“It’s all too heavy… I can’t take it anymore.”
“What is?”
“Everything.”
Everything felt unbearably heavy and exhausting.
My mother-in-law’s calls asking about pregnancy multiple times a day,
My husband’s sighs echoing through the house,
My father and grandmother treating marriage like a business transaction,
My mother, who might never wake up—
Everything weighed down on me so heavily I could barely breathe.
My wounds had festered until they rotted away, and now even my body was falling apart.
I had no strength left to endure.
Just as her despair-filled eyes trembled violently—
“What’s making you so miserable?”
His icy voice pierced through Yeon Joo’s ears.
She looked up at him with shaking eyes. Jin Wook continued coldly,
“Sitting around all day, just keeping house?”
“…”
“Going to an event once in a while to smile for photos? Waiting quietly until it’s time to eat, then waiting until it’s time to sleep?”
Each word stabbed her heart like an arrowhead.
“There are people who haven’t slept a wink since yesterday, working nonstop.”
New tasks keep piling up the moment one ends. With hundreds of eyes watching, every word and action scrutinized, he had to maintain perfection every single day.
“There are people whose heads feel like they’re splitting from trying to meet everyone’s demands day after day.”
Jin Wook’s voice grew rougher.
“And yet you’re telling me you can’t handle it? When people like that are still holding on?”
Jin Wook himself was utterly exhausted—but he’d never shown it to anyone.
He believed this was his path. Since he’d chosen it, he had to bear every hardship himself without complaint.
Yeon Joo was no different. She’d chosen this marriage herself—and he’d never asked anything difficult of her.
“All I ever wanted from you was to quietly stay by my side and play the part of my wife.”
Jin Wook’s indifferent gaze met hers.
“Is that really so hard?”
Looking into his cold eyes, Yeon Joo couldn’t say a word.
Her chest ached—deeply, painfully—but she couldn’t express any of it.
She knew nothing she said would ever reach him.
She slowly erased his image from her dry eyes. The tears that had been about to spill instantly vanished.
“Yeah.”
Lowering her gaze, Yeon Joo slowly nodded.
“You’re right.”
Her voice rang hollow and subdued.
“I was being shortsighted.”
This was worse than complaining to a brick wall. It had been truly foolish.
I should’ve covered my ears, shut my eyes, and sealed my lips. I’d momentarily forgotten that was the only way to survive in this house.
Jin Wook watched Yeon Joo, who refused to meet his eyes, and let out a long sigh.
“Hah—”
It was a sigh choked with frustration. Rubbing his forehead, he said wearily,
“Go to bed.”
Then he turned and walked back toward the front door. Barely moments after arriving home, he opened the door and stepped outside again.
Slam. The sound of the closing door echoed through the silent house. And once again, Yeon Joo was left alone.
※ ※ ※
At LM Group headquarters, an emergency strategy meeting had been underway since early morning in the main conference room on the second floor.
Jin Wook sat at the center of the tense room, dressed in a sharp suit. Across from him, employees sat rigidly, their faces grim.
“Currently, regional headquarters under the Ready-Mix Concrete Council are striking one after another. Several sites have halted all construction activities, resulting in shutdowns at twenty sites nationwide.”
The team leader reporting the situation stole a quick glance at Jin Wook. He was always cold, but today he seemed unusually icy—a single misstep could spell disaster.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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His words.. God Damm.. His words would really cost him everything… 😱😱
Oooo… I really want his POV.. What’s on this mind…
JIn wook’ POV… What’s he thinking… He obviously likes her.. Communication