Semua Bab My Pretty Husband: Bab 181 - Bab 185

My breath catches. That voice — it’s cold, like a starving lion’s roar. I freeze in place, one foot already over the threshold. Slowly, reluctantly, I turn back toward Baekhoon. Fear coils tight in my stomach, my skin prickling as if the room itself turns darker.Drap.Drap.Drap.His heavy steps close in fast, each one echoing like a warning. In a blink, he slams the door shut with a violent bang! The sound rattles the walls, making me flinch. My chest heaves, my heart pounds like I’m strapped into a roller coaster, dropping from the highest point with no safety bar. Baekhoon’s face is shadowed, unreadable, yet so terrifyingly intense that my knees almost buckle. I can’t even swallow. My throat is dry as dust.“Oppa, what’s wrong with you?” I finally manage, my voice small, shaking, more plea than question.He leans closer, his breath brushing against my cheek, his eyes burning into mine. “Who gave you permission to leave the house?” His voice is a hiss, low and venomous, like a snak

“Yes, Mom?” I answered softly, trying to steady my voice.Her tone grows gentler, as though she can sense my unease through the line. “Baekhoon, he… when he loves, he doesn’t know how to let go. You have to understand that. If he seems too much, if his jealousy feels overwhelming — it’s only because he is terrified of losing you.”My throat tightens. I press my palm against my chest, as if that can calm the storm inside. “Mom…” My voice cracks, but I force out the words. “I don’t always know how to handle him when he’s like that.”There’s a brief silence before she speaks again, calm but firm. “Handle him with patience. With love. Don’t fight fire with fire. You’re the only one who can soften him. He looks strong, but his heart is fragile. You hold more power over him than you think.”Her words pierce me. Power? Me? Sometimes I feel like the weakest person in this marriage, always stumbling, always unsure.“I’ll try,” I whispered. It’s all I can promise right now.“That’s all I ask,” s

If I were sleeping alone in my old room and Dongju weren’t here, maybe I would wake up late again just to avoid Baekhoon like yesterday. Because Dongju is here, and I can’t possibly show him that I’m fighting with Baekhoon — this morning I wake up as usual. I head straight to the kitchen without preparing Baekhoon’s clothes first. I don’t feel like serving him. If he wants me to serve him again, he has to apologize to me first!Actually, there are still some groceries in the fridge. Last night Baekhoon only lied to Dongju. For what? He was covering up our problem. I didn’t expect him to be that mature — not dragging our issues in front of someone else even when he was furious with me. He acted normal in front of my brother, and that side of him... it softens me. But still, he has to apologize to me!“Noona, good morning!” Dongju greeted as he comes down from the room. He’s already dressed neatly in his work clothes. But... that’s not the same outfit as yesterday. Did he bring another