LOGINSeven years into our marriage, my husband Theo ordered me an Americano, the way he always did. Except I'd just told him, again, that caffeine made me sick. The moment I opened my mouth to say something, his phone rang. He stood up and walked out without a word of explanation. Half an hour later, Lydia posted to her socials. "Thanks to a certain someone for taking time out of his insane schedule to fix my plumbing. Also, the fresh hot cocoa was incredible." The comments filled up with people gushing over her. Steam curled off the mug in the photo. It made the drink in my hand feel even colder. Lydia and Theo had grown up together. Seven years ago, within months of each other, they'd both rushed into marriage. The difference was that Lydia had married a man who hit her. Night after night, Theo would peel himself away from me and run off to defend her. Sometimes he'd fought with her husband and end up at the police station. It happened more than once. I used to think it was just his sense of justice, so I always cleaned up after him and smoothed things over. Now I could see it for what it was. He'd given so much of his attention to someone else that all I got were the leftovers, neglect and a cold shoulder. Fine. This love had already gone cold. I didn't want it anymore.
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Han Ji Eun walked down to the Mapo Bridge with heavy steps.
The purple bruises on her temples still ached even though she already taken a painkillers.
Her skirt was torn so badly and forced her to wear the sweatpants.
Her mother would scold her because they didn't have enough money to buy a new uniform.Ji Eun was sure that her mother would also beat her with a cane.
His father also definitely wouldn't care about it.He might be drunk somewhere or gambling or maybe both.
The handheld of the bridge shining because of the touch from her hand. Illuminate the words written there.
Do you remember what it felt to be in love?
The sun tomorrow will shine brighter.
The best things in your life are yet to come.
Don't you miss the taste of samgyetang?
The words seemed to be insulting her somehow. She hopes that someday someone will delete it.
Since earlier, something bitter pressed against her throat.
Her chest tightened as she struggled to hold back the tears.No, you can't, she said to herself. Nothing will change even if I cry.
Her memories of school hurt her so much.
She knew that she was an ugly duckling.And then everyday, everyone always calls her with dirty nicknames.
As if, they had the right to beat her on the grounds because they said that she gave them a sore eye.
The teachers at school also seemed to be closing their eyes. Even though they knew what was going on, they only assumed that it was just a prank and a normal activity for teenagers to do.
Being born into a poor family also adds to the array of her problems. She is very grateful just have something to eat every day. Even it's only just a bowl of rice.
Ji Eun even tries to apply somw part-time job, so that at least she can buy books. Reading books was the only consolation for her.But with her overweight body and the dull face, even the restaurant did not want to recruit her because she was considered as slow and unattractive.
Was it I, who asked to be born like this?
Why isn't anything right happening in my life?
Ji Eun's steps grew heavier. What to do?
She didn't want to go home or waking up just to see tomorrow.She wanted to run away.But where?Poor Ji Eun doesn't even have any close family friends or relatives.
At that moment, she turned her head down.
The dark sky was reflected on the surface of the Han River. The wave and depth seemed to calling to that girl.Promising the calmness and comforting vibe for her..
I must be crazy!
But Ji Eun knows that she does.
This life had long drained her sanity.She can't take it anymore. Even if there is happiness tomorrow, she doesn't care.After all, there are still days when everyone will mock her, beat her or ignore her ..
Who is a crazy person who wants to wait for that happiness to come by itself?Ten seconds later, Ji Eun climbed onto the trellis and jumped.
The river water was not as cold as she thought.In fact, it feels warm and so calming.
Even though she started coughing because her lungs were getting in the water, but she didn't regret it at all.The only thing that she regretting is maybe, maybe because she didn't do it sooner.
Seventeen years of futility.Her consciousness began to disappear and a stinging sensation attacked the throat, nose and even her head.
Then out of nowhere, a question emerged from her mind.Is there someone attending my funeral?
I had no time to react. The car was already on me.A deafening crash.The world shattered into white light in that instant.Before my mind cut out, all I remembered was a figure throwing itself at me, wrapping its whole body around mine.Then there was nothing.When I woke, I was in a pitch-dark room, the light dim, a single bare bulb swinging back and forth.I struggled and found my hands tied with rope."Is anyone there?"My head was foggy and my throat felt like a razor had been dragged through it, the pain bad.If I had to guess, I was running a fever."Stop yelling. It won't help."My eyes adjusted to the dark. I turned toward the voice. It was Lydia.She and Theo were tied up in the opposite corner, one on each side. Theo's head was wrapped in gauze. He looked badly hurt.When her gaze met mine, she gave a mocking smile. "What are you looking at? I'm not behind bars yet. Disappointed?""I don't think that way."The truth was I'd known Lydia for a very long time. We'd even been fr
After I was discharged, I moved straight to a new place.I cashed out the money I'd had tied up in the market and put it into a real-estate project.The project was in a mid-sized city not far from New York. The scale was small, the upfront cost was manageable, and financing through a bank was relatively simple.One thing led to another, and it grew into something with real shape.After that I rented an office, hired fifteen, twenty people, and pulled a few familiar faces from my old company. The work fell into a steady rhythm.In all that time, I never saw Theo again.It wasn't that I was avoiding him. Everyone had their own lives to get on with. No one stays standing in the same spot forever.But news of him kept flowing to me anyway.Like how he'd stripped Lydia of her position and taken her to court for forgery and defamation.Lydia was sentenced, the term suspended.Or how he'd stepped in personally, joined forces with several companies to attack Ashford Group's stock, and driven
(God's POV)"What?"Lydia froze.By now he should have come over with all his soft concern. So why hadn't he?Theo looked at her innocent face and ground his teeth."You sent the photos."Lydia caught where the problem was and explained at once. "What photos? Did Vera maybe, by accident—"She stopped right there.A woman like Vera would bottle anything up for the sake of her so-called pride. She'd never confront her over it.As long as Theo believed Lydia, he'd find the excuse for her on his own.For the first time, Theo laughed until his eyes watered. A clumsy excuse like this, and he'd swallowed it again and again.Seeing him laugh, Lydia let out a breath of relief.She stepped closer and slid into his arms."Theo, when are we doing the IVF? Damon, I'm really scared of him. Once it works, you'll marry me, right?"The bitter scent of chamomile crept into his nose.His first thought was that the air around Vera had never carried a bitterness like this.The thought hit, and he shoved Ly
Walking down the street, Theo felt lost for the first time.Reason told him Lydia was in danger and he had to get to her right away.He'd promised Lydia's brother he would look after his sister.He owed the man his life, and he had a duty to her.But his mind kept circling back, against his will, to my pale face, to that spreading patch of red.Had he done something wrong?He didn't know."Where to?"Theo gave the address and climbed into a cab.The driver had a livestream going. An influencer had just finished some dance routine, and the screen went dark, but the mic stayed on.The sound poured brazenly into the back seat."Lyd, how'd the photo thing land?""Decent. Shame she only lost her job. Still not satisfying enough."Theo recognized the voice almost instantly.It was Lydia.He knew that voice far too well.For years after he graduated, she'd chased him obsessively, poured out her feelings to him, and called his name into the dark on nights when she was begging him to save her.
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