All Chapters of My Pretty Husband: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I glance at my parents. My mother stiffens. My father doesn’t react, but I can feel the tension in his shoulders. I give them both a slight nod — stay calm. Don’t give her anything.“I appreciate your concern,” I said, voice even. “But the Daegu department store is under HK Group’s jurisdiction. And I have no intention of outsourcing its core management.”Madam Kim offers a soft laugh. “Oh, I’m not trying to steal anything, dear. I’m only suggesting a partnership. JV Group and HK Group are already connected, aren’t they? Why not deepen that relationship? After all…” —she tilts her head and glances at Shela— “we’re going to be family soon.”I meet her gaze directly now, and something in me bristles. “With all due respect, the engagement hasn’t been made official. I don’t believe we should make business decisions based on assumptions.”That lands. Her smile tightens. “But you can’t deny the synergy,” she pressed on, undeterred. “I’m simply offering my resources, my experience. We both kn

I shut the folder, thinking. “Does he know who I really am?”“No,” Cha Kyungsoo replied. “As far as he’s concerned, you’re just the Chairman’s son. A potential ally. Nothing more.”I exhale slowly, my pulse suddenly sharper than before. “Let him continue,” I said at last.Cha Kyungsoo tilts his head slightly. “You want him to go through with it?”“I want to see how far he’s willing to go. And who he trusts along the way.”He gives a small nod. “Understood.”I glance at him. “And Mr. Cha?”“Yes?”“If he ever finds out the truth about me — make sure it’s from me.”As soon as Cha Kyungsoo leaves, I lock the door behind him. The room feels too quiet now — too thick with everything unsaid. I take a breath, then reach for the secure line on my desk. The one reserved only for family. It rings twice.“Baekhoon.” His voice comes through, low and sharp, like he’s been waiting.“We need to talk,” I said. “About Kim Misun. And about what happened to JJ Group.”There’s a pause. I can hear the soft

The next morning, I arrive at the office earlier than usual. The sky is still grey, not yet awake, and the buildings of Seoul look like ghostly silhouettes — lingering remnants of last night’s nightmare. Kyungsoo is already waiting in my office. As always, he doesn’t ask why I called him in this early. He just sits there in silence, eyes alert — like a guard dog that never sleeps.“I spoke with Dongju,” I said as I open my laptop. “He has the will. The original. He’s keeping it outside the city — in a place even our system can’t trace.”Kyungsoo doesn’t look surprised. He only nods slowly. “So it’s true. JJ Group belongs to the Lee family.”“That’s not all,” I added. “Yongju and Dongju... they’re not just victims. They’re the rightful heirs. And all this time, we’ve let Madam Kim turn them into scapegoats.”My fingers move quickly across the keyboard, pulling up a map of JV Group’s financial flows — money moving through shadows, into hands that don’t want to be seen.“I want a list of

“Perfect. Just lay them all out — I’ll choose one.”Obliging without question, she pulls several yellow pieces from her closet and spreads them across the bed. Bingo. This might be easier than I thought. Thank you, God. I kneel beside the bed and start sorting through them, feigning indecision. There’s soft yellow, mustard, lemon, even a pale buttery shade. I don’t know the names, I just know what I’m looking for.And then... I see it. My fingers land on a blouse. Long-sleeved. Soft cotton. Faintly faded. A tie at the neckline. A chill snakes down my spine.“Shela,” I asked, holding it up casually, “this one... is it an old shirt of yours?”She glances at it. Her smile falters for a split second. “Yeah. Why?”The change in her tone is subtle, but I catch it. A flicker of something in her eyes— hesitation? Recognition?“No reason,” I replied quickly. “It just looks a bit faded, that’s all.”She nods slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. I give her a warm smile, but my mind i

I hand over all the evidence I’ve gathered to Mr. Nam, letting him and my lawyer examine everything carefully. But I don’t tell Dongju yet. I’m waiting for the right time. After our day out at the amusement park, Shela looks so happy. Genuinely happy. And that makes me feel worse. I haven’t been paying attention to her lately. If she really is the one behind that accident… what am I supposed to do?My chest feels strange — my heartbeat isn’t what it used to be. This emotion… it’s unfamiliar. Even while we were laughing and enjoying the rides together, I felt empty. Numb. My mind kept drifting to Yongju. What is she doing right now? Is she thinking about me too? God, I’m losing my mind. How can I think about another woman while I’m out with my girlfriend?After work, I invite Dongju and Mr. Nam to my parents’ house. We need to talk — privately — and figure out what steps to take next. I’ve already explained everything to my father. He agrees to help us with this mission. My parents welc