Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Pretty Husband: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

“Thanks,” I said. “But I think Grandma Sujin already marked me as her personal lettuce slave.”He laughs, loud and warm. “She likes you. She says you have ‘farmer hands.’ Not sure if that’s a compliment, but there you go.”“Oh wow. My lifelong dream has come true,” I deadpan. “Farmer hands. Incredible.”Later, when I head back to my little rental, I pass by the main house. Grandma Sujin is outside, sitting on a low stool, peeling garlic with ruthless efficiency.“Back already?” she asked without looking up.“Yup. Uncle Bear kicked me out. Said I was stealing his spotlight.”“Hmph. That fool.” She glances up with a smirk. “You’re too pretty to be working in a steamy kitchen anyway.”“Are you hitting on me, Grandma?”She throws a garlic clove at my head. I duck just in time....That night, after washing up and changing into my oldest, softest shirt, I lie on my back staring at the ceiling. The sound of crickets hums softly through the window, and the scent of garlic from earlier still

“A relationship that starts because of business can’t turn into real love… right?” I said softly, trying to smile like I’m fine.Donghwa shrugs. “That’s just your theory. Ever seen Princess Hours? Enemies-to-lovers, fake marriage turned real love. It happens.”I huff a laugh, but it’s dry and weak. “Yeah, in dramas,” I said. “In real life, love doesn’t grow. It fades. Or worse, it only grows on one side.” I pause, then mutter under my breath, “Unrequited love tastes worse than black coffee.”“Don’t overthink it,” Donghwa said gently. “If he truly loved you, he would’ve come looking for you.”My stomach twists at his words. I snap, a little too quickly, “What kind of nonsense is that? I’m not thinking about him!”He just smiles knowingly and reaches over, ruffling my hair like I’m ten years old again. “Don’t do things that’ll hurt you, alright?”I blink at him, startled. “What?”“Forget it,” he said. Then, more cheerfully, “You hungry?”“Hmm…” I think. “Bulgogi and ramyeon!” I said with

I swallow hard before I begin. The words taste bitter before they even leave my mouth. “Auntie Kim… she once tried to kill me.”Dongju goes completely still. His body doesn't flinch, but his expression — his whole face — tightens with rage. His brows draw in. His lips part slightly, like he's about to speak, but no sound comes out. He just stares at me, wide-eyed, breathing slow and heavy like he's trying to contain the storm rising inside him.“To make it short… she did it because I married the man who turned out to be her daughter’s lover.”There’s a flash in his eyes. Confusion. Disgust. Something that looks like betrayal. “Her daughter?” he asked, voice rough.I nod, feeling that familiar tightness in my chest again. Guilt. Regret. Fear. They all squeeze my lungs like vines wrapping around my ribs. “I forgot you didn’t know,” I said softly. “She has a daughter, Dongju. I was shocked too. At first, I didn’t know either. But the truth came out eventually — by accident, really. I don’

Dongju glances at me sharply again, but I ignore him.“Aha… Inhwa’s always like that. She’s thoughtful,” Auntie Lee added quickly, her laugh sounding slightly forced.I know she’s just trying to patch up the awkwardness between her daughter and my brother.“Thoughtful?” Donghwa oppa suddenly joins in, smirking. “Since when? She’s never done anything like that for me. Or for Mom and Dad. Or even Grandma. Guess all her affection is reserved for Dongju.”I stifle a laugh behind my chopsticks. Inhwa’s face turns red instantly.“Oppa!” she whined, clearly embarrassed.“Look,” Donghwa said, his tone turning serious. “If you like someone, don’t hide behind politeness. Don’t put on a mask. Just be real. That’s how people truly connect.” His words land heavier than I expect. They hit somewhere deep.I glance at Inhwa. She lowers her head, nodding slightly.“Fine. Eat whatever you want. I won’t serve you anymore,” she said, pouting at Dongju. And just like that, she applies her brother’s advice.

That night, I finally drift off — though I don’t remember when. And in my dream, I see him. Baekhoon stands across the street, wearing that familiar white shirt he used to wear at home. His hands are in his pockets. His eyes... are locked on me like I’m the only thing that exists.“Are you happy now?” he asked softly, his voice floating across the distance as if carried by the wind.I want to answer. I want to run to him. But my feet won’t move. My throat tightens. He smiles — warm, gentle, like the version of him I always longed for. But then… he begins to fade. Slowly. Like mist dissolving in the morning light. And I’m left standing there, alone, in the middle of an empty road....Since I’m unemployed, I decide to work at Uncle Lee Hwa’s restaurant. I know I can’t live like this forever — floating, restless, waiting for the wind to change. Even if the money isn’t much, I tell myself it’s still better than nothing. Something. A reason to get up in the morning.So from early dawn, I