Couple mugs, couple toothbrushes, couple pajamas – the apartment had everything needed for the pretense of a loving couple. But to suddenly announce a breakup after hugging, kissing, and playing around was a bolt from the blue.

So Hee felt a mix of despair and anger at Han Seung Yoon’s cruel words, trying to pass them off with an awkward face. In a fit of rage, she slapped her own cheek that had been kissed and bitten, but her hand hurt more.

Was this love? To realize the depth of her feelings only when being abandoned filled Kim So Hee with resentment.

“Did you lose your heart to the girl you can’t even dream of marrying?”

She felt a sting in her heart asking that.

Han Seung Yoon had been dubious about his marriage prospects even when he was seeing Song Eun Chae, the only daughter of a global conglomerate. So Hee had kept up a haughty front, fearing her pride would be wounded if she seemed too eager.

He always dismissed his interest in straight-laced women, but So Hee knew the truth.

He was actually afraid of being rejected by Eun Chae.

Han Seung Yoon was a man with narrow-minded fears and complexes.

Yet, he was all sweet and convincing when he wanted her, saying marriage wouldn’t change anything. How could he flip his stance so quickly?

“I’m sorry. You know our marriages involve many complications. I have duties to fulfill.”

“Those duties that didn’t exist until a few days ago?”

“I can’t break ties with my father.”

So the final excuse was his father. So Hee laughed in disbelief.

“I’m different from the other girls you’ve dated. Do you think I’ll just stand by?”

She thought she was qualitatively different from those who chased Han Seung Yoon for his wealth.

But that was also her weak point.

So Hee, who grew up in a wealthy family, didn’t need to depend on others, unlike her father, who clung to the wealthy for survival. Han Seung Yoon’s family, on the other hand, didn’t need such tactics.

Knowing this, Han Seung Yoon shamelessly advised her.

“You should marry a good man too.”

At those words, So Hee’s eyes welled up. She threw a pillow at him, pretending to be tough.

“You jerk! I wasn’t serious about you either! I dated you because you’re Han Ji Chang’s son, someone of my level!”

It started that way, but it wasn’t like that towards the end.

But saying that would only make Han Seung Yoon run further away. So Hee just glared at him bitterly.

“Take care.”

She watched him leave and only crumbled after the door shut. She lay in bed, smelling the faint scent of Han Seung Yoon on the blankets, weeping.

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Han Seung Yoon pulled out his phone, looking through the call logs and messages sent to Eun Chae. His face was a mix of emotions as he scrolled through.

There wasn’t a single reply from her, not even to the contacts made through his secretary. Easily more than ten attempts, all ignored.

“No one would care for people like us if we didn’t have a background,” Eun Chae’s voice echoed in his ears like tinnitus.

How petty. Knowing this, she still maintains a relationship with a mere bodyguard?

Seung Yoon had cleaned up his affairs with several women, yet his bride-to-be was already seen around with a lover.

Lost in his skewed thoughts, Seung Yoon dialed Secretary Jung’s number. Ignoring her greeting, he snapped, “When will you find out about that business card? Am I supposed to wait forever?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

Frustrated, Seung Yoon yanked at his tie, continuing, “He’s the direct bodyguard of Han Ji Chang’s daughter-in-law, we should at least know his background.”

Despite previous failures, Seung Yoon felt restless to dig up anything he could.

“If necessary, formally request his personal information from Diwon’s security team!”

Ending the call, Seung Yoon was still not appeased.

On the second day of guarding the funeral site, Lee Kwang Il felt increasingly suffocated.

Following the discovery of reporter Choi’s snooping, Chairman Song Myung Hwan demanded ironclad security, worried about undercover reporters.

Consequently, they were stuck at the funeral without a moment’s rest, and once again, Kwon Ki Joo caused trouble. He hadn’t responded to a call signal from headquarters.

Monitoring Kwon Ki Joo was part of their job, but why had Section Chief Oh Geun Seok called him directly? That should have been done through Kwang Il.

Pondering over this, Kwang Il failed to find an answer.

Frowning, he was approached by a subordinate.

“Sir, about Kyung Jun…”

Kwang Il raised an eyebrow. Kyung Jun was the worst offender in the recent incident involving Kwon Ki Joo. Hearing that Kyung Jun demanded compensation was astonishing.

“Section Chief Oh had long-held grievances against him.”

“Grievances? You mean…”

Kwang Il merely acknowledged and dismissed the subordinate.

Kwon Ki Joo wouldn’t bother about such a petty matter. But the subordinate was adamant.

“Kyung Jun revealed he’d embezzled maintenance funds, and the Section Chief knew about it and had evidence.”

Kwang Il exhaled in disbelief.