All Chapters of My Pretty Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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41. This is complicated

Why is she back?Why is she back?Why did that woman come back?Didn’t she move abroad? I heard she was planning to settle in the US for good—so why is she here again? And why now, of all times?Hasn’t she already caused enough pain for Dongju and me? There must be a reason she’s back. And that reason terrifies me.Didn’t she already get everything she wanted? Why couldn’t she just disappear and stay gone forever? What if she finds out where Dongju is… how he’s doing? What if she tries to hurt him again, like she did before?God, my head’s spinning with all these awful thoughts. But it’s not like I’m making them up. I have a reason to think this way. That woman… she stole what should’ve been ours. Mine and Dongju’s. She’s like some demon sent straight from hell. And no—I won’t let her ruin our lives again. Not after everything we’ve already lost.“Yongju! Yongju! YONGJUUU!”“Wha—yeah?” I jolt back to reality.Baekhoon glares at me, clearly frustrated. “What the hell’s going on in your

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42. That woman

I nod, reaching for the garlic bulb, but I fumble it. It slips from my hand and rolls across the counter. She giggles—just a tiny sound, barely there—but it echoes in my ears like a taunt.“I’m sorry,” I muttered, handing it to her without looking at her face.“It’s okay,” she says gently. “Long day?”I force a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “You could say that.”Baekhoon turns to glance at us, sensing something, but he says nothing. He just clears his throat and goes back to stirring his sauce.Silence falls again, not the comfortable kind, but the kind that creeps under your skin. I feel like I’m standing in someone else’s life, like I’m intruding in a space that no longer welcomes me. This kitchen—our kitchen—feels colder now. I try to focus on chopping, but every sound Shela makes draws my attention. Her laughter, her light steps, the way she hums while slicing onions. She’s too perfect. Too at ease.She knows her place here. And maybe that’s what hurts the most—she belongs, and

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43. We’re planning to get a divorce

"I'm sorry, Auntie. I didn’t mean to embarrass anyone," Baekhoon said, his tone calm but heavy. "The truth is, Yongju and I didn’t get married because we love each other. It all started because of a mistake I made. I just hope you can be patient a little longer. I’ll fix this soon.""Weren’t you two arranged to be married?" the woman asked, her tone a mix of surprise and skepticism."Well… we only found out about the arrangement from my parents. We didn’t know before that we were promised to each other. But honestly, the marriage was just to cover up a scandal I was involved in," Baekhoon explained, sneaking a brief glance at me with a faint smile tugging at his lips.I can’t tell what that smile means. It doesn’t feel warm. It’s more like a mask."If you two were really arranged to be together, then there’s no point in me coming back to you, Oppa," Shela said quietly. "I’d only be ruining your marriage."My head jerks up, almost on instinct. "No! That’s not it!" I blurted out. "Yes, w

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44. I kiss him

I can finally breathe after those two people leave. I should feel relieved now that Shela’s convinced about my divorce with Baekhoon, but instead, my chest feels tight. So… we’re really getting a divorce, huh?Well, mission accomplished. Now Baekhoon and I just need to give Shela proof that we’re actually going through with it. Yeah—divorce. Ugh, what’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so down? I should be thrilled to be free of all this. Maybe one day Shela will thank me by sending me one of her novels for free. That should cheer me up a little.“I guess I should give you a gift,” Baekhoon said, suddenly sitting beside me and handing me a cup of hot chocolate.“That’s it? Just a cup of chocolate from a rich guy like you?” I tease as I take the cup from him. “Don’t tell me you forgot—I did help you get Shela back.”“This chocolate’s just a gesture. It’s not the real gift.”“Oh? And what exactly are you going to give me?” I said, sipping the chocolate slowly. “Honestly, just helping Dongju

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45. The art of avoiding you

Just seeing Baekhoon’s house from a distance already makes my heart pound. I want to turn around. Go anywhere—literally anywhere—as long as it’s not that house. After that night, I’ve been avoiding Baekhoon like my life depends on it. Avoiding him in the hallway, skipping dinner, leaving early for work—everything.I’m scared. And embarrassed. So deeply, painfully embarrassed. I still regret kissing him first. No—scratch that. It wasn’t even a real kiss. I just… pressed my lips against his. That’s it. No movement, no passion, no nothing. Besides, I don’t even know how to kiss properly. But still! It was humiliating! God, I’m so stupid. I feel like screaming into a pillow and crying for hours. Baekhoon’s house is dark. Good. That means he’s not home yet. I let out a tiny breath of relief. At least I can sneak in, head straight to my room, and avoid tiptoeing like a thief. It’s been over a week since I’ve been hiding like this, and even now, I still haven’t gotten over the shame. Can I j

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46. Kidnapping attempt

The next morning, I rush to Severance Hospital. President Byun told me Dongju is finally allowed to return to Korea, and now he's being treated here. I heard his condition is almost fully recovered. He just needs some regular care and therapy, maybe periodic checkups going forward.Today’s Saturday. Luckily, it's a day off, so I can come see Dongju right away—even though the house is a mess. I haven’t done the laundry, haven’t cooked, and Baekhoon is still asleep upstairs. It’s too early anyway. The sun hasn't even risen yet. Screw breakfast.I sit in the visitor’s chair beside Dongju’s bed. My body sinks into the seat, finally resting after I wiped him down. He’s still asleep, likely from the medication. I feel a strange kind of relief just seeing him like this—breathing. I was desperate before, watching him not wake up from that endless sleep. But now, the scars on his body are fading. The tubes are gone. Even his hair is growing back after being shaved off for brain surgery.“You lo

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47. When his eyes open

"Yongju, this isn’t some random incident. That man— this whole thing— it sounds like it was planned. You need to report this to the police. Now."The police? I blink at her.How do I even begin something like that? Investigating a case like this... it’s not simple. It's not just filling out a form and waiting for answers. It means opening a case, hiring lawyers, maybe even a private detective. Gathering evidence I don’t have. And money I absolutely don’t have."Report it?" I whispered. "With what? I didn’t see his face. I have no proof. And even if I did... How would I afford a lawyer, Rina? My money barely covers my debt and rent."The room feels colder somehow. My voice cracks, not from fear this time— but from hopelessness. I want justice. I want answers. But all I have is fear. And silence.Rina takes a deep breath, clearly trying to calm herself. She moves to sit beside me now, her shoulder brushing against mine. Her voice softens, but it doesn't lose its edge of urgency."You alm

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48. Forget that you live here?

Dongju keeps looking at me. His eyes aren’t fully focused yet, but there’s a quiet calm in them. Maybe he doesn’t remember everything, or maybe he’s just tired. But he’s awake. He’s here. And honestly, that’s more than enough for me right now.I sit down on the edge of his bed, still holding his hand. It’s warm, but weak. There’s a bandage around his arm, an IV line, and faint bruises that haven’t faded yet. But he’s alive. He made it through.“Do you remember… the last time we talked?” I asked gently.He frowns a little, then shakes his head. “Just bits and pieces… like a dream. But… I remember your voice.”I let out a soft laugh, half relief, half tears. “My loud, bossy voice?”He gives a tiny grin, and just like that, I feel my chest tighten again. God, I missed that smile so much. “Yeah. But also the one that made me feel safe,” he said quietly.Something inside me melts. For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m not alone.“I told you a bunch of stuff while you were asleep, y

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49. Why did you kiss me?

“I know you’re not deaf or mute, Yongju!”“I… I was at the hospital.” God, why am I stuttering? This isn’t even a big deal.“Do you have to come home this late?”“Why do you care? My brother just got discharged. What’s wrong with staying a little longer for him?”“Why didn’t you tell me? If you had, we could’ve gone together,” Baekhoon replied instantly.What? I squint at him. What is with this guy? Why does he talk like we’re… something?“I mean, you live in my house, Yongju. I have rules. And right now, you’re not even doing your job properly. You know who did the laundry? Me. I hung your bras. Your panties. Everything. Tell me, is it appropriate for your boss to do that?”His words hit me like a slap across the face. My ears burn. I feel a wave of heat rush to my cheeks and then spread across my chest like an allergic reaction to shame. Bras? Panties? Does he even hear himself?Who says those things so casually?! Meanwhile, I’m someone who’s never even dated, never kissed anyone unt

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50. Honesty

I stomp into the kitchen, practically dragging my feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. This is so unfair. Why does he get to act like the victim when I’m the one who feels like my soul’s been microwaved?Fish soup? Seriously? Who even eats fish soup for breakfast? I slam the pot on the stove a little harder than necessary and start chopping garlic like it insulted my family. Every slice is a tiny outlet for the frustration boiling inside me.I hear his footsteps upstairs. Probably heading to the bathroom. Ugh. Why is his presence so loud even when he’s not saying anything? As the soup simmers, I lean on the counter and sigh, long and deep. My heart is still racing from earlier. The way he looked at me— like he could see right through me— I hated it. But also…Why does it hurt so much to be seen?I rest my chin on my palm, watching the broth bubble slowly. The smell of ginger and garlic fills the air, but even that comforting scent doesn’t calm me down. My chest is still tight. My he

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