Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Pretty Husband: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

As I step out of my office building, my cellphone pierces the silence with its ringing tone. I glance at the screen, noticing my boss's name flashing. Quickly, I answer, "Hello?" "Lee Yongju, get here now!" Designer Joe barked gruffly. "But... it's lunchtime," I replied hesitantly. "You've got a pressing issue with the President Director! Move, now!" she urged impatiently. "What's going on?" I asked, alarm rising in my voice. "Just get here, now!" she snapped, her tone icy and urgent. I sigh, feeling pressured. "Fine, I'm coming." As the call drops, I spin around and sprint back to the HK Group building, despite lunchtime being far from over. My frustration boils over — Designer Joe constantly disrupts my breaks for trivialities. Doesn't she know I'm starving? Why must she prioritize this minor issue now? What's the real emergency? -o0o- I sit uncomfortably across from President Byun and his wife, Mrs. Byun, in Designer Joe's office. Their piercing stares unsettle m

A sly smile spreads across my face as the plan unfolds in my mind. I consider myself clever enough to pull it off. All I need to do is convincingly feign affection for Baekhoon in public. Can I convincingly play the part? "You're absolutely beaming, aren't you? Your smile's about to split your face. Be careful." Baekhoon's sudden appearance in the bridal suite catches me off guard, his tailored tuxedo accentuating his chiseled physique. Stunned, I momentarily forget my composure. Baekhoon's dashing appearance in his tailored tuxedo leaves me breathless. "I thought the earth swallowed you whole," I retort, attempting to conceal my surprise. His unexpected arrival, poised and unfaltering, catches me off guard – no hesitation, no escape. "Ms. Lee Yongju, I'm surprised you have the audacity to involve yourself with people like us. Outside these walls, predators lurk, ready to pounce. You have ten minutes to reconsider. Think carefully! If you change your mind, I'll ensure your safe

“Aish, my natural beauty shines since birth," I muttered unintentionally. "Lee Yongju!" One of them calls out, startling me. Did she hear me? "What are you saying?" she asked, narrowing his eyes. My heart races, a chill runs down my spine. Am I caught? "Uh, nothing. I'm just chatting with my friend," I stammer, holding up my phone as evidence. "Hey, Yongju, do you know about our President Director's son's wife?" She looks eager to gossip. "Um... yeah, I know, haha," I said awkwardly. "Aren't you heartbroken?" You don't know who Byun Baekhoon's wife is? The beautiful woman you accused of having plastic surgery is standing right in front of you! “Why would I be heartbroken? Hahaha,” I reply with a forced laugh. “You’re always so boring, Yongju.” “I don’t care, sorry.” “Oh, it’s tragic. The whole country’s heartbroken since Byun Baekhoon got married,” one of them quips. Is Baekhoon's popularity so immense that his wedding left the whole nation heartbroken? Unreal

"Baekhoon! You're Bastard! Damn!" I yell, my eyes blazing with uncontrollable fury, my finger jabbing accusations at his icy face. I continue screaming, desperately defending myself as the two security guards drag me out of the room. But who will listen to the cries of a lowly janitor like me? A crowd gathers outside the CEO's office, their curious gazes fixed on me. Instead of offering help, they whisper among themselves, reveling in my misery. Who dares challenge the CEO's authority to aid someone like me? It's better to suffer in silence. -o0o- I lie awake, past midnight, anxiously pacing outside Baekhoon's room, awaiting his return. My mind races with worry, not for his well-being, but for my own fate. Whether he lives or dies is of no consequence — resolving my predicament is all that matters. My hands itch to throttle him. Where has he gone? Why hasn't he returned? Now, nearing 3:00 a.m., exhaustion consumes me. Two cups of coffee can't fight the sleepiness. Frustration

"Sadly, I don't indulge in gossip; it's beneath me," Baekhoon said, closing his laptop. "Then who's behind the office rumors?" I press. Baekhoon shrugs nonchalantly. "No idea." "Wow, I didn't expect they'd seriously take your side," I muttered, thinking of the gossiper in the design department. Baekhoon rises, walks towards me, and gently lifts my chin with his elegant hand. "I'm grateful for that," he whispered low, his warm breath dancing across my skin. "Now, hurry downstairs and prepare dinner for me. I'm starving." His intimate touch sends shivers down my spine, unsettling me. No one has ever touched me like this before. -o0o- One bottle, two bottles - the soju disappears before my hazy eyes. I've recklessly crossed the line, surrendering to Baekhoon's persistent toasts. My head spins violently, consciousness slipping away, each thought a blurry haze. My alcohol tolerance was only two or three drinks, yet I've downed two entire bottles. I feel like I'm drowning, suff