My Pretty Husband
Now, my stomach growls with discontent, protesting the skipped meals since dawn.
As I savor the exquisite flavors, my eyes widen with delight. "Mmm, this is absolutely divine," I murmur, relishing the tender texture and rich flavors. My hunger, fueled by a chaotic morning is finally satiated. The tension in my shoulders eases, replaced by warmth and contentment, as I indulge in the lavish spread before me.
"Humiliating."
"True."
"Like a starving person."
"She's devouring it."
Strangers nearby whisper, their disdainful glances piercing. They likely find Byun Baekhoon’s wife, me, unrefined, relishing food like a desperate vagrant. Hunger gnaws at me, but I'm no beggar.
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