My Pretty Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

His chest brushes against my back, one hand still wrapped around my wrist, the other now resting on my waist. I freeze. My laughter dies instantly.“Still laughing?” he murmured. His voice is a little too low, a little too dangerous.I shake my head weakly, not trusting my voice.“Good,” he said, and then he leans in, pressing his lips dangerously close to my ear. “Because I think it’s time you start taking me seriously.”My breath hitches. Thump. Thump. Thump. I can feel every beat of my heart echo in my ears.“This ugly kid,” he whispered, “grew up into the man you will sleep next to every night.”His hand on my waist tightens slightly. I forget how to breathe. “And you know what?” he added, voice dipping even lower. “I don’t mind if you laugh... but if you’re going to call me ugly, you’ll have to pay for it.”“W-what do you mean?” I asked — barely a whisper, barely a thought.He chuckles darkly, then releases me as suddenly as he grabbed me. I gasp at the loss of contact and instinc

I groan, looking out the window. “This is not a honeymoon, Baekhoon.”“Yet you’re blushing like it is.”“I'm not!”He laughs again, this time lower and more playful. “You always deny it, but your face gives you away. Every. Single. Time.”I cross my arms and try not to smile. He really is too confident for his own good. “Do you always flirt this much when you drive?” I muttered.“Only when my passenger looks this adorable.”God. I want to melt into the seat. Silence falls again, but this time it feels different — less tense, more charged. I steal a glance at him, and to my surprise, he looks… calm. Happy, even. Like this moment matters to him. Like maybe… I matter to him. Like maybe… I matter to him. But the warmth inside me quickly turns bitter.The whole ride, my heart aches because of Dongju. How could he just ditch me like that? He says he has something urgent at work and won’t be stopping by the house. I know he’s lying. He’s clearly setting me up to be alone in the car with Baekh

Baekhoon strides across the room — long, hurried steps. Not toward me. Toward her. Of course. Why would I even expect otherwise? Since when has he ever truly stood on my side?“Does it hurt?” he asksed her softly, worry lacing his voice as he crouches beside Shela. His fingers gently brush her cheek — the same cheek I just slapped moments ago. He inspects the red mark like it’s the only thing that matters in the world right now.A dull throb builds in my chest.“Yongju, you didn’t have to hit her like that,” he said, turning to me now.And just like that, it feels like lightning has struck me clean through the heart. How dare he? He told me — swore — that he ended things with her. That the engagement was over. That it meant nothing. Lies. All of it. I stare at him for a split second longer, watching the way he looks at her… like she still means something to him. The concern on his face is raw. Honest. I can’t bear it.I turn around — sharp and without hesitation — and walk out of that

“I get it, Baekhoon,” I said quietly, barely above a whisper. “We're still married. Fine. But I don’t believe your heart is still in it.”His expression tightens.“I can’t live in a marriage like this,” I continued, the words falling out faster than I can catch them. “I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay when I’m the only one trying. You don’t love me, Baekhoon. And I won’t stay with someone who loves another woman.”He looks away for a second. Just that small movement breaks me a little more.“Tell me something,” I pressed. “If we’re not divorcing, then what about Shela?”He exhales hard. “What about her? I told you — we’re done. There’s nothing between us anymore.”I narrow my eyes. “Are you sure? What do you really feel, Baekhoon? Please... just don’t lie to me.”He falls quiet. His jaw tenses, his hands twitch. His eyes — usually sharp, calculating — now seem clouded. Like even he doesn’t know the truth. That silence is the loudest answer I’ve ever heard. He still doesn’t know

My heart still aches whenever I remember the day Baekhoon defended Shela. Or maybe I’m just being overly sensitive. But I didn’t slap Shela without a reason. She provoked me — deliberately — her words sharp and calculated, aimed right at my temper. She saw Baekhoon walk in, and that’s when I slapped her. Then she cried. Not the quiet kind of crying either — the kind that made it seem like my hand had shattered her entire world. She played it so well.Shela knows exactly how to win Baekhoon’s sympathy. She’s good at pretending, making me look like the villain in his eyes. And the worst part? After everything, she still wants him. But I’m not going to fight for him. That’s not who I am. Besides, if Baekhoon’s heart already belongs to Shela, she’ll win without even trying. So I’ll step back. I won’t let the same humiliation repeat itself. JJ Group Headquarters.I’m here today against my will — a shareholder meeting I can’t skip. It still feels surreal. Once upon a time, Auntie Kim took ev