All Chapters of A DEAL OF SIN: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sarang's Pov She pulled back slightly, just enough for me to see the smug glint in her eyes before she delivered the final blow. “Who, by the way, called me here for some alone time after he finally got done with you.” A wave of nausea rolled through me. I knew she was lying. She had to be lying. But the sight before me... the bottles, the rumpled sheets, Zayren’s naked form beside her... was screaming otherwise. My hands trembled at my sides as my mind desperately searched for an explanation... any explanation... that wasn’t what she was implying. I turned toward the bed, my heart hammering in my chest. “Zayren,” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Wake up and tell me she’s lying.” But he didn’t move. He lay there, motionless, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, completely unaware of the storm raging around him. I took a shaky step forward. “Zayren!” I shouted this time, hoping... praying... he would open his eyes and put an end to this nightmare. Jiyeon

Sarang’s POV “And that bastard! Were you with him last night?” I froze, barely believing what I just heard. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “You didn’t wait even a single night, and you ran straight to him?” Disgust. Anger. Hurt. A bitter, ugly feeling curled inside my stomach as I stared at him. “You think I... ” My voice broke, and I swallowed hard before glaring up at him. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” His fingers flexed around my wrist. “Answer me, Sarang.” I let out a hollow laugh, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “You think I spent the night with Minjae?” I repeated, my voice shaking with rage. “You think I was with another man while you were... while you were in bed with Jiyeon?” His silence was deafening. Tears burned my eyes as I glared at him. “How fucking dare you?” My voice broke. “You have no right to ask me that.” “You have no right over me anymore, Zayren. You lost that right the second you brought her into your bed.” His fingers twitched ag

Sarang’s Pov The evening air was cool, carrying the distant hum of city life beyond the quiet space Minjae and I occupied. We sat side by side, the remains of our coffee cups resting on the table between us. The golden hues of the setting sun cast long shadows, stretching across the pavement as I finally found the courage to speak. “I’ve decided to see my mom,” I said, my voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside me. Minjae turned to me immediately, his expression shifting from casual to something softer... something almost relieved. His lips parted slightly as if he wasn’t sure he had heard me right. “Really?” he asked, his eyes searching mine. I nodded once. “Yes.” A slow smile broke across his face, and for the first time in a long time, it wasn’t teasing or smug. It was genuine. Warm. Like he was proud of me. His fingers wrapped around my hand, his grip firm but gentle. “That’s good, Sarang,” he said, squeezing lightly. “She’ll be happy to see you.” I swallowed the

Sarang's Pov “Don’t call me that,” I gritted out. Zayren chuckled under his breath, stepping toward me like a predator enjoying the chase. “Why not? You didn’t mind when I used to say it before.” “Before?” I let out a humorless laugh. “Before you cheated on me? Before you married someone else?” His smirk didn’t falter, but there was something darker lurking beneath it. “I don’t belong to you anymore, Zayren,” I spat, my voice shaking. “Stay the hell away from me. And from my mom.” I spun on my heel, my hands shaking as I made my way to the nurse’s station. They would know. They would make sure he never set foot in that room again. I would make damn sure of it. The moment we stepped out of the hospital, the cold evening air biting at my skin, I turned to face him. “Don’t you ever show your face to me again,” I seethed, my entire body trembling. “You are married. You have no right to be here, to talk to my mom, to act like you still care.” His jaw tightened. For a moment,

Sarang’s Pov The next couple of days, I did my best to avoid the people trying to control my life. Minjae had attempted to explain himself, saying he was only worried about me, but I hadn’t forgiven him yet. His concern didn’t change the fact that he had overstepped, made choices on my behalf, and acted as if he knew what was best for me when he didn’t understand the weight of my pain. All I wanted was to complete my studies, get a decent job, and leave this city behind. I longed to go far away, somewhere Zayren wouldn’t exist in my world anymore... somewhere his name, his presence, wouldn’t suffocate me at every turn. But more than anything, I wanted my mother to wake up. Because I couldn’t live like this. I was dying slowly, every single day, and I didn’t even have enough courage to lie to myself and pretend that I was fine. Because I wasn’t. How could I be fine when I couldn’t even sleep at night? When, every time I closed my eyes, I was haunted by the memories of him... of the