Your Former Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Sung Jun let out a sigh as he stepped into the elevator. He had firmly decided to ignore his wife’s cryptic message, the one whose meaning he couldn’t even grasp at first.
Yet somehow, that final line about waiting for him lingered in his mind, and before he knew it, he had sent a reply saying he’d arrive at 7.
Thanks to that, Sung Jun had to postpone an important evening client meeting to next week, rearrange his entire schedule to make up for the disruption, and was overwhelmed with self-loathing over his irrational decision. His head was throbbing.
‘What the hell am I doing right now? This is such a critical time…’
Stepping out of the elevator, Sung Jun frowned slightly in front of the entrance door.
If he had to see his wife spouting nonsense again—something about letting him meet other women or offering to sign a contract—he thought this time he might truly get angry.
Just then, before Sung Jun could even turn the knob, the door burst open. And there, filling his vision, was the face of the very person who had occupied his thoughts moments ago.
“Sung Jun-ssi?”
Was she about to go out? Seo Yeon looked startled upon seeing Sung Jun. But only for a moment. A smile quickly spread across her face.
“Welcome home.”
It was the kind of smile someone gives when they’ve truly been waiting for you.
“You must be tired from work today. Was traffic okay? You got here faster than I expected.”
“……”
This was the first time since their marriage that Seo Yeon had greeted his return home. Sung Jun stared at her intently, unable to even think of replying.
He had never considered himself someone who felt loneliness easily, but hearing his wife say “you worked hard” somehow made him feel strange.
Was having his wife welcome him home really this nice?
‘Why is he just standing there staring instead of coming in?’
Seo Yeon began to feel the weight of Sung Jun’s unwavering gaze as he stood frozen in the doorway, staring at her. To be precise, it wasn’t burdensome—it was making her heart race more and more as time passed.
Because of his tall and broad frame, just being looked down upon like that always made Seo Yeon feel overwhelmed by her husband. Both in the past and now, his very presence alone was enough to make her nervous.
Get a grip, please. He’s the guy who cheated because he was so full of himself. Don’t waver again.
Seo Yeon muttered to herself inwardly, steeling her resolve.
At the very least, in this life, she didn’t want to harbor any foolish feelings or expectations toward him.
‘I’m only thinking about the child.’
Having organized her thoughts, Seo Yeon stepped aside to let him in.
“Dinner isn’t ready yet, right?”
At that, Sung Jun stopped observing her and finally stepped inside.
She had endured Hwa Young’s complaints and left the gathering early—now she was glad she did. She had managed to finish preparing the dinner she promised Sung Jun without delay.
She cooked the steak medium-rare, just how her husband liked it, and chose a wine that wasn’t too sweet, according to his taste, setting everything up in advance.
Sung Jun looked around the living room and asked,
“Madam must have told you to come home early again, I see?”
Perfect timing—since he asked about Madam, Seo Yeon felt proud and couldn’t miss the chance to boast.
“Yes. She told me to come home early again today. You saw the message earlier, right? I said I’d make dinner tonight. I prepared your favorite steak.”
She hoped he would appreciate the effort.
But contrary to her expectations, the moment she finished speaking, Sung Jun frowned as if displeased.
“That’s unnecessary…”
“Pardon?”
After briefly looking at Seo Yeon, Sung Jun started walking.
“Never mind.”
Never mind? He showed so clearly that he didn’t like it, and “never mind” was all he had to say? She had worked so hard to prepare dinner and waited for him—what exactly was he unhappy about?
Fuming, Seo Yeon glared at him, then forced a smile and asked,
“Since we’re here, how about we eat now before you shower? I think the food will get cold and lose its flavor.”
At that, Sung Jun walked toward the dining room.
Sitting across from him, Seo Yeon encouraged him to eat.
“You must be hungry. Go ahead and eat.”
Sung Jun quietly began cutting his steak. She had noticed before, but her husband really did sit with perfect posture.
Rumor had it that people from the Han Kyung Family received special training from childhood—even in how they spoke and sat—and it seemed it wasn’t just a rumor. His posture was literally flawless.
Thanks to that, even the way he cut his meat while looking down appeared incredibly elegant.
Just moments ago, she had sworn not to be swayed by her husband again, yet here she was, unconsciously captivated by even his smallest movements.
“How is it?”
Seo Yeon pushed down her confused feelings and asked with sparkling eyes, waiting for Sung Jun’s answer.
“It just tastes like steak.”
“…!”
Realizing his blunt honesty might have been too much, Sung Jun looked at Seo Yeon. She was glaring at him, clearly upset.
“Oh, really? Of course. It’s steak, so naturally it tastes like steak. I asked a stupid question.”
At first, he had looked at her to correct himself and apologize for his insensitive response.
But once he laid eyes on his wife, he found he couldn’t look away afterward.
Her plump lips pouting in sulky protest looked unbearably cute.
Just a few days ago, he could barely read her expression, let alone guess what she was thinking.
Now, he could read her thoughts without even trying.
It would be nice if she always showed her emotions so openly.
That was what Sung Jun was thinking while staring at Seo Yeon when—
Seo Yeon, tilting her head as if puzzled by his silent staring, suddenly began pouring wine generously into the glass in front of her.
“You can’t drink.”
Sung Jun stopped her.
“No, I can.”
Seo Yeon calmly pulled her hand away from his and replied in an even voice.
“You just don’t know, Sung Jun-ssi. I’m actually much better at drinking than you think.”
“Really? How come I didn’t know that?”
“Maybe because we’ve never had the chance to drink together?”
“You’re right, we never did.”
Seo Yeon nodded in agreement.
“Exactly.”
But Sung Jun narrowed his eyes, clearly skeptical.
“Can you really drink well?”
“I really can. In fact, I might even be better than you. No—I am better. Want to bet?”
In her previous life, after losing her child and spiraling, there was a time Seo Yeon relied on alcohol to forget her pain.
At first, she only needed a brief escape from her negative emotions. But over time, she became dependent, and whenever Sung Jun found her like that, he would explode in anger.
It was the hardest and longest period of wandering in Seo Yeon’s life.
A gloomy memory suddenly surfaced, and Seo Yeon briefly wore a dark expression before shaking her head.
She steeled herself once more.
Back then, no matter what she did, she couldn’t turn back time, and every moment was painful. But now was different.
Now, depending on her efforts, she could change the future.
Just as Seo Yeon finished her glass in one go and reached for the bottle again—
“What are we betting?”
Sung Jun snatched the bottle from her hand, poured wine into her glass himself, and asked.
“Anything is fine—how about the loser grants the winner one wish?”
Seo Yeon suggested brightly.
“Deal. Let’s do that.”
Sung Jun poured wine into his own glass and readily accepted.
Seo Yeon smiled triumphantly.
Unlike her, her husband didn’t particularly enjoy drinking.
Whenever he drank, it was always with the caveat that it was strictly necessary for business.
Unless it was for work, he never touched a drop in daily life.
The only time he had ever gotten drunk in front of her was when he got so wasted he spent the night with a wife he didn’t even love—which meant this bet was obviously hers to win.
When she had brought up the contract, he had given her such a terrifying look, warning he’d never let it slide if she mentioned it again.
He had lived freely throughout their marriage, keeping lovers on the side as if love and marriage were separate things…
Yet when she said she would acknowledge it if he truly loved someone, he exploded in rage. Seo Yeon couldn’t begin to understand what was going on in her husband’s mind…
But whatever his true feelings were, this chance to drink with him was a golden opportunity that might never come again.
If she won the bet, Seo Yeon planned to bring up sharing a bedroom again.
“Have another drink.”
That was the plan.
But the moment she finished her fifth glass of wine, the alcohol hit her all at once.
Truthfully, she had started feeling dizzy around the third glass. But telling herself it was nothing, just imagination, she stubbornly drank two more—and now she could barely keep her eyes open.
Maybe it’s because I’m sitting. If I stand up, the dizziness might go away—thinking that, Seo Yeon stood from her seat.
It was meant to prove she was fine, but the moment her eyes met Sung Jun’s—who had been watching intently with his arms crossed, as if waiting to see how far she’d go—she blurted out nonsense.
“Sung… Jun-ssi? Why are there two of you?”
With those words, Seo Yeon’s legs gave out, and she staggered, losing balance.
At the perfect moment, Sung Jun stood up and caught her just before she fell.
“You wanted to bet, you little drunkard.”
Pulling Seo Yeon tightly into his arms, he whispered into her ear,
“You lost.”
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!
***
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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