All Chapters of My Pretty Husband: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I don’t work there anymore. The salary and insurance payout from the company have already landed in my bank account. For two days and two nights, I’ve been scouring the internet for a new place — somewhere far from Seoul. And thank God, I finally found one. Now it’s time to face Baekhoon.Earlier, after dinner, he went straight to his room. He’s probably still in there. So I go to him. I knock on his door gently — hesitant, not wanting to disturb him in case he’s resting. But let’s be honest, what I’m doing now is disturbing no matter how quiet I try to be.I’m trembling. All over. This feeling — it’s like walking toward death. Like this is the last time we’ll ever see each other. And strangely, it makes me sad.“Baekhyun,” I called. “Are you in there?”“Come in,” he replied from inside.Come in? Did I hear that right? Baekhoon is the kind of person who hates having others in his room. I’m only allowed to clean it on weekends, and even then, he leaves the space entirely while I do it.

“There’s no point,” he replied. “That identity doesn’t affect anything anymore.”“No, Sir,” I insist. “You have to erase it. Because…” I hesitate, not wanting to say too much. “Because I overheard people at the office. Some of them are starting to get suspicious.”“Is that so?”I nod quickly. “Yes. And if someone starts digging too deep, this could become a legal issue. It's an illegal identity, after all. I’m worried that you might get caught in the crossfire.”He doesn’t respond immediately.“So I was thinking…” I take a deep breath. “Instead of having Jasmine Lee divorce Baekhoon, why not let her die?”Mr Byun’s brows lift slightly.“She already has a death record, remember?” I continued. “Jasmine Lee supposedly died from a terminal illness and was buried in London. If we go with that story, there’s no need for a divorce. No scandal. Baekhoon can marry Shela without anyone asking questions.”The President leans back, thoughtful. Mrs. Byun looks toward him, uncertain. A moment passes

“No,” he said quietly. “Not like this.” His voice is so quiet I almost miss it. Then— “I don’t care about scandals,” he continued. “I care about you.”My heart skips. My knees almost give out. But I force myself to look him in the eyes. “It’s too late, Baekhoon.”He clenches his jaw. “No, it’s not.”“It is,” I whispered. “You’re already with her. You chose her. And I… I already wrote my ending.”-o0o-Baekhoon and I have received court approval for the divorce. He told me the process wouldn’t require a hearing — that everything would be handled quickly, quietly, without us even needing to appear. He took care of it all. Of course he did. He’s in a hurry. He wants to be free — to marry the woman he truly loves.And I... I need to leave just as quickly. I need to get away from Auntie Kim before she finds another way to destroy me. That woman doesn’t play games. I drag my suitcase out of Baekhoon’s house and leave the key beneath the front doormat. Everything inside has been cleaned. Jasm

Following the directions from the innkeeper, Dongju and I finally arrive in front of a traditional hanok house tucked at the end of a quiet, narrow lane. The air smells faintly of pine and old wood. From the outside, the property looks spacious — wider than I imagined — with a stone path leading up to the wooden gate, surrounded by uneven patches of grass and small flowering trees. On both sides of the house are neighbors with tightly closed gates and windows that give off an air of secrecy.The neighborhood is still. Too still. It feels peaceful, but also a little eerie, as if time moves slower here. I wonder what it’s like at night. If even now, under the blazing sun, it feels this silent, would it be dangerous for a woman to walk around alone after dark?Dongju stands by the gate, repeatedly pressing a doorbell that doesn’t work. He knocks on the wood and then calls out loudly, “Excuse me!”I sigh, too exhausted to be helpful. The heat is unbearable. Sweat rolls down my back, sticki

For hours, I haven’t dared to breathe freely. Dongju kept looking at me like I was some ticking time bomb, throwing wild accusations about how I might be in the early stages of pregnancy. All because of that doctor. Thanks to him, my little brother has been imagining all sorts of things about me.But now — Now I can finally breathe again. The test results were clear. Negative. Not pregnant. My chest loosens for the first time in what feels like days. But of course, that doesn’t mean everything’s fine. Turns out, the real issue is a nasty flare-up of my gastritis and anemia. That’s why I passed out. The doctor said my iron levels were dangerously low. No wonder I’d been feeling like a ghost for weeks.Still, what worries me is… I haven’t gotten my period. Not yet. I picked up some vitamins on the way home — something to help regulate my cycle. Or at least trick my brain into believing everything’s normal.“Hahh…” Dongju exhales loudly beside me, his eyes drifting up to the sky.“What’s