5. From today you are not my assistant anymore

"Aish, my beauty is natural," I unconsciously muttered softly.

"Lee Yongju!" called one of them which make me very surprised. "What did you just say?"

My heart starts pounding, the chill runs from my feet to my head. Do I get caught? "That's... nothing. I'm just chatting with my friend," I reasoned.

"Oh hey, you already know about our President Director's son's wife?" She looks like going to asks me to gossip.

"That... yeah, I already know, hahaha," I said awkwardly.

"Aren't you heartbroken?"

You guys don't know who Byun Baekmyo's wife. The beautiful woman who you are accused of having plastic surgery is right in front of you! Huh, I wanna scream like that in front of their faces.

"Why am I heartbroken? Hahaha," I replied with a bland laugh.

"Huh, you're always boring, Yongju."

"It's sad, this country experiencing mass heartbreak after Byun Baekmyo got married," said another.

Mass heartbreak? Is Baekmyo popular? Tch. Impossible.

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The next day as usual, the days are boring. In the morning, I go to work, in the afternoon I go to home and stay alone in my room, read comics, novels or watch dramas. Sometimes watch some videos of EXO, Red Velvet or BTS. The next day I go to work again.

"Lee Yongju, come to my room right now!" Designer Joe just arrived at the office and immediately called me for into her office in the morning.

I follow her into her work room. I am afraid she will discuss my marriage, I am so nervous. Hopefully she doesn't know anything about it. My heart is restless after married Baekmyo, afraid that it will be discovered that I am the young mistress of the Byun family. Came to the office secretly like a thief.

"Sit down, please!" She sits on the sofa first before I sit down.

"What's the matter, Designer Joe?" My brain immediately spinning to prepare an answer if my boss asks various questions.

She seems to sigh heavily. Like something bad happened. Oh, my God. "Yongju, I'm really sorry," she said softly.

It doesn't seem like what I thought.

"This is not what I want, you have worked with me for years and I admit your performance is satisfactory because you are disciplined. But ..." She hung the sentence. Seems hesitant to say it.

"Tell me, Designer Joe! It's all right." I smile calmly but my heart broke to pieces.

"From today you are not my assistant anymore."

I am shocked as if I am struck by lightning. My life seems to evaporate. "What? I got fired? Why?" Even without realize it, I spoke too loudly to this woman.

"No. You were... transferred to ... the cleaning department."

"WHAT?!" I glare.

"Sorry, this is not my decision. This is the decision of the division head and it may also be the decision of our superior, the superior of the division head."

I don't get the point. How many leadership structures in the HK Group?

I am limp. Cleanliness department? I've been struggling to land a designer assistant position with a high school diploma. Crawled up until my knees were bleeding, but why did I get knocked down easily? It feel so heavy.

Why?

Why is my life not going well? Oh my God!

-o0o-

I walk out of the huge building with limp steps. It turn out that cleaned is very tiring, body fatigue is more dominant. My back feel sore. My smooth palms might get rougher and thicker like crocodile skin.

My heart is crying.

A black car stop in front of the HK Group lobby. Then a man emerged from the lobby in a dark blue suit. That man, as soon as he steps out of the building a cold and charismatic aura envelope him. If I am not mistaken he is...

"Byun Baekmyo?" I muttered in disbelief.

What is he here for? I run intending to go to him but then stop. I think I will ask at home later. It's too dangerous here.

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Arrive at home, Baekmyo's house felt completely lonely as usual. Apart from the two of us, there are no other residents. There is Auntie Yoo who take care of this house every day, even from morning to evening. After works, she comes back to her home and leaves some foods for our dinner in the fridge — Baekmyo or I can just reheated it if we want it.

I turn on the light in my room and rush to take a shower. We sleep in separate rooms. Don't surprised, we are not normal husband and wife. After shower I go to downstairs for dinner. I always eat at home, apart from save my money, aside from that Auntie Yoo won't be disappointed.

An hour later Baekmyo appears. He just arrived at home. He should arrive earlier than me, considering he is in a private car while I take the bus and should wait the bus arrived.

Maybe he go somewhere first.

"You're not eating?" I asked.

"I've eaten," he replied and then he takes off his tie and drinks a glass of water.

"Baekmyo," I called.

"Hm?"

"I saw you at the HK Group office, what were you doing there?"

Baekmyo puts his glass on the table and then focus on me. "Am I not allowed to go to my father's office?"

"It's not that... if you go to your father just to ask for money, then you should apply for a job there."

Baekmyo grins at me. "None of your business," he replied curtly and then goes up to his room.

"Aish, if kill people won't go to jail, I killed he long ago," I grumbled.

Yeah, well, I realize that the marriage is just a fake marriage, as a formality for Baekmyo's normalcy. Why do I take care of his business too? Ask about this and that, everything, Baekmyo won't answer me either.

That man always mute. Sometimes he answers my question with just a terrible gaze, otherwise, sometimes he answers with the word 'yes' or 'no'. He only have to speak with his mouth, is it that so difficult?

He always makes me hold back my anger. If it happen continuously I can die young, just be patient can delayed the time for my death.

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