All Chapters of My Pretty Husband: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“We can’t prove it was Yongju who received it. Not yet. But the name was used, and the bank account was opened using documents tied to the fake ID your father set up. That’s what raised red flags. It’s a payout. Silent. Clean.”My jaw clenches. “Anything else?” I asked, barely holding back the heat in my voice.“There’s more. A few smaller transactions went to the same account over two weeks. But after that, everything went dark. The account was emptied. Shut down.”“So she paid her to leave.” I muttered. “Shela or her mother — or both. They bought Yongju’s silence.”Mr. Cha hesitates. “That’s a possibility. But we’re still confirming.”I take a deep breath, running a hand through my hair. This changes everything. This complicates everything.“Continue monitoring every financial movement from JV Group and Shela’s personal holdings. And follow the money trail from that account. I want to know where it went — every last won.”“Yes, Sir.”“And keep your mouth shut about this to everyone.

The door closes behind them, and for a moment, the house falls back into silence. I return to the lounge where my father sits alone, stirring his tea absently. He doesn’t look up until I sit across from him again. There’s something heavy between us. Unfinished.“Dad,” I begin, careful with my tone. “Earlier... before they arrived. You looked uneasy when I asked about Lee Kangju.”He puts the teaspoon down, eyes finally meeting mine. “Why are you suddenly interested in Kangju?”“I came across a name in an old contract,” I lie — partially. “And I remember you once said he used to run a major company.”He hums in response. “He was ambitious. Smart. Too smart for his own good.”“Was he close to you?” I asked.“He was someone I respected,” Father said. “But that was a long time ago. Things change. People disappear.”I watch him closely. “Do you know what happened to him?”He pauses — just long enough for me to catch it. “No,” he said. “Only rumors.”“And... Madam Kim?”A flicker. He leans b

“I try.”She closes her laptop with a soft sigh and sets it aside, then walks over to me. “Do you want to go somewhere tonight? Just us? Dinner maybe? A hotel?”The way she says hotel — half teasing, half wanting — makes me pause. I hesitate, just for a beat. But it’s enough for her to notice.“You’re hesitating,” she said, voice quieter now. “Why?”“I’m just tired, Shela. Work’s been insane lately.”She nods slowly, backing off with a practiced smile. “Of course. I understand.”But I know that look. I’ve seen it before. She’s not hurt. She’s doubting me. And maybe... she should.“Shela,” I said softly, before she can walk too far.She stops. Turns halfway toward me. That smile still on her lips, but her eyes — her eyes are already miles away.“Don’t do that,” I added. “Don’t pretend it doesn’t bother you.”She crosses her arms, leaning against the edge of my desk. “You think I’m pretending?”I nod. “You always do. You always hide behind that smile when I start slipping away.”“Because

Work feels endless these days. The kind that drains you not just physically, but mentally — like a game of chess that never stops. One move forward, two attacks from behind. I sit in my office, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass that reflects the skyline of Seoul like a distorted painting. From up here, everything looks organized. Controlled. But I know better. Power, when viewed from a distance, always looks cleaner than it really is.Inside these walls, there are no breaks. No illusions of comfort. Only information, decisions, and consequences. And right now, I’m staring at one of the ugliest truths I’ve ever encountered. Madam Kim murdered Uncle Lee. It shouldn’t surprise me — not really. I’ve seen what people are capable of when money and power are involved. But this? This is something else entirely.Uncle Lee was ill, already weakened by disease, barely holding himself together. That should’ve been enough. But no — she couldn’t wait for nature to take its course. She poisoned hi

If that’s true, then why did Yongju have to marry me just to pay for her brother’s surgery? She needed money — desperately. But where the hell was Madam Kim then? Why wasn’t she the one to help? Why did Yongju have to sell her name, her life, and her pride to me? I don’t even realize I’m gripping the spoon too tightly until the metal starts to bend. Then the phone rings. It’s Mr. Nam. Finally.“Sir,” he said, voice clipped. “I’ve located her. Lee Yongju is living at number 010, Chansaem Village.”My stomach knots. “Chansaem? That’s in Daejeon?”“Yes. She hasn’t returned to Seoul. Only her younger brother came here recently. The girl has stayed behind. She’s working at a restaurant near her house.”A pause. Something cold slithers into my chest.“Is she alone?” I asked slowly. “Or… is there someone with her?”Another pause.“She’s often seen with a man,” he replied cautiously. “They appear to be close. She also seems friendly with the man’s family.”I freeze. My pulse stutters.“A man?