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180. Dragged into the storm
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2025-09-10 16:43:12
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My Pretty Husband 185. Help me too
If I were sleeping alone in my old room and Dongju weren’t here, maybe I would wake up late again just to avoid Baekhoon like yesterday. Because Dongju is here, and I can’t possibly show him that I’m fighting with Baekhoon — this morning I wake up as usual. I head straight to the kitchen without preparing Baekhoon’s clothes first. I don’t feel like serving him. If he wants me to serve him again, he has to apologize to me first!Actually, there are still some groceries in the fridge. Last night Baekhoon only lied to Dongju. For what? He was covering up our problem. I didn’t expect him to be that mature — not dragging our issues in front of someone else even when he was furious with me. He acted normal in front of my brother, and that side of him... it softens me. But still, he has to apologize to me!“Noona, good morning!” Dongju greeted as he comes down from the room. He’s already dressed neatly in his work clothes. But... that’s not the same outfit as yesterday. Did he bring another
My Pretty Husband 184. Don’t make me worry like that again
The three of us sit around the dining table, which is now crowded with dishes Dongju brought over. He cheerfully explains that he was bored eating alone at home, so he decided to come here instead. I thought he had come together with Baekhoon, but it turns out he only bumped into him outside the house by coincidence.“I get so lonely at home. Can I just stay here instead?” Dongju said halfway through his meal.“Of course not,” I snapped before Baekhoon can even react. Does he think this is his house? “That’s why you should hurry up and get married, have kids, then you won’t be lonely anymore,” I teased, hoping to shut him down.“When are you going to have kids then?” Dongju shoots back with a mischievous grin.My words catch in my throat. I freeze, realizing too late that I’ve walked into his trap. “W-when the time is right, I— I’ll have kids. You don’t need to ask!”“And me, too. When the time is right, I’ll get married and have kids. So Noona, don’t bring it up,” he mocked, then cas
My Pretty Husband 183. Greeting softly
“Yes, Mom?” I answered softly, trying to steady my voice.Her tone grows gentler, as though she can sense my unease through the line. “Baekhoon, he… when he loves, he doesn’t know how to let go. You have to understand that. If he seems too much, if his jealousy feels overwhelming — it’s only because he is terrified of losing you.”My throat tightens. I press my palm against my chest, as if that can calm the storm inside. “Mom…” My voice cracks, but I force out the words. “I don’t always know how to handle him when he’s like that.”There’s a brief silence before she speaks again, calm but firm. “Handle him with patience. With love. Don’t fight fire with fire. You’re the only one who can soften him. He looks strong, but his heart is fragile. You hold more power over him than you think.”Her words pierce me. Power? Me? Sometimes I feel like the weakest person in this marriage, always stumbling, always unsure.“I’ll try,” I whispered. It’s all I can promise right now.“That’s all I ask,” s
My Pretty Husband 182. When he’s jealous, he goes overboard
I won’t go to him. I won’t hope. Not tonight. The door creaks open in the middle of the night. My heart skips. I sit up quickly, clutching the blanket against me. Baekhoon steps inside without a word. The dim hallway light spills across his face — stern, unreadable, his jaw set tight. He closes the door behind him with a quiet thud that feels louder than thunder in the silence of the room.“Why are you here?” I whispered, my voice shaky from both fear and anger.He doesn’t answer right away. He just stands there, staring at me with that piercing gaze that pins me in place. The silence stretches so thin I feel like it could snap at any second. Finally, he speaks, his tone low but sharp enough to cut. “You think you can run away from me? From us?”“I’m not running,” I snapped back, though my voice trembles. “I just don’t want to sleep beside someone who doesn’t even respect me.”Baekhoon’s eyes darken, his chest rising and falling as if he’s holding back a storm. He takes a slow step fo
My Pretty Husband 181. Who gave you permission
My breath catches. That voice — it’s cold, like a starving lion’s roar. I freeze in place, one foot already over the threshold. Slowly, reluctantly, I turn back toward Baekhoon. Fear coils tight in my stomach, my skin prickling as if the room itself turns darker.Drap.Drap.Drap.His heavy steps close in fast, each one echoing like a warning. In a blink, he slams the door shut with a violent bang! The sound rattles the walls, making me flinch. My chest heaves, my heart pounds like I’m strapped into a roller coaster, dropping from the highest point with no safety bar. Baekhoon’s face is shadowed, unreadable, yet so terrifyingly intense that my knees almost buckle. I can’t even swallow. My throat is dry as dust.“Oppa, what’s wrong with you?” I finally manage, my voice small, shaking, more plea than question.He leans closer, his breath brushing against my cheek, his eyes burning into mine. “Who gave you permission to leave the house?” His voice is a hiss, low and venomous, like a snak
My Pretty Husband 180. Dragged into the storm
The meeting continues, but none of us are truly focused. Every word that leaves Baekhoon’s lips feels layered, as if meant for someone in particular. “Stability is vital,” he said, tapping the tip of his pen against the table. “Without it, no matter how perfect the product is, the launch will collapse under scandal or distraction.”I lower my gaze, my heartbeat pounding. That word — scandal — lands like a blade scratching across the polished surface of the table, leaving an invisible mark everyone can see.Mr. Ahn only offers a thin smile. “That is why teamwork is essential. No one should be left alone to face unnecessary… noise.” He lingers on the word noise, his eyes flicking briefly toward me.My hands clench tightly in my lap. My breath feels short, trapped in my chest.Dongju quickly tries to wrap things up. “Alright then, perhaps we can save the technical details for the next meeting. For today—”“—enough.” Baekhoon’s voice cuts through, flat and cold. He straightens in his seat
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