episode_0114

“REMARRIAAAAGE?!”

A tone of voice that seemed to twist my tongue in mockery, excessively absurd and spontaneously over-the-top, burst out.

Whether that gaping hole was a mouth or an anal sphincter. Every time he opened his mouth, vile jokes leaked out like farts.

“Uh, let’s remarry.”

The absurd problem was that it wasn’t even a joke.

From that guy’s shameless face, calmly agreeing, not even anger boiled up anymore.

To the guy who dared to blurt out the word ‘remarry’ in front of me without hesitation, I was simply dumbfounded.

‘Did this bastard take drugs somewhere…?’

It’s been a whopping three years.

After suffering from this guy for three years, I finally got him to stamp the divorce papers.

Only recently had that rotten guy changed in a way that showed he was finally thinking, but I couldn’t erase those long, dark, tunnel-like times.

I opened my mouth, intending to argue vehemently, point by point.

“Actually,”

But that guy, cowardly, blocked everything with just one phrase.

I was about to brief him on the atrocities I had endured from him in the past, like rapping them out, but he blocked it all.

“Actually, I was planning to do it with my mother-in-law here.”

“!!!”

Yet another shocking statement.

“But I’ve heard ‘no, it’s not possible’ from my mother-in-law twice already. She said, ‘This is absolutely unacceptable.’”

He added that phrase, wearing a somewhat regretful expression.

Meanwhile, my mom, who was sitting next to me, had a reluctant yet somewhat regretful, bitter expression.

‘The bastard who divorced me secretly planned to marry Mom behind my back…?’

This is as messed up as it gets.

How far did things go in just a few months for ‘marriage’ to even be mentioned?

“What in the world… is this real, Mom?”

“…….”

To me, desperately wishing for her to deny it, Mom gave no sign of denial.

As if revealing how much internal conflict she’d had over this topic until now, she kept her mouth tightly shut, repeating something to herself as if agonizing over it, then slowly opened it.

“Well… it’s true.”

“Mom! This isn’t─”

“Wait! P-please hear me out until the end!”

Mom, flustered, tried to stop me, whose eyes had completely spun out of control.

Just as I had confessed my true feelings earlier, she pressed her hand to her chest, revealing her true intentions more transparently than tracing paper.

“…Still, I thought marriage wasn’t right because I wouldn’t be able to face the family.”

She hammered in the point, as if to reassure me.

After firmly planting the stake as if for Cha Doyeon to hear, she added this one crucial sentence.

“However… Mom also decided to slowly proceed with divorce.”

“D-divorce…!”

At the word ‘divorce,’ my blood vessels felt completely blocked again.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind at that word.

Had Mom finally discovered Dad’s secret?

Or had that cuckoo-like bastard next to me cuckooed whatever he pleased?

If Mom had decided to divorce, it would be awkward to stop her from finding true freedom, and difficult to bless her as a family member.

Because my opinion could vary depending on how things had come to this point.

A complex feeling, difficult to express.

Perhaps reading that from my heavily furrowed expression, Mom, with a determined face, took the lead herself.

“Actually… when Hayul was in middle school, I vaguely noticed his deviations.”

“……!”

It was bitter.

Then, as if relieved to have finally opened up, the words flowed smoothly.

“He was always late, and sometimes there was a strange perfume smell.

I just didn’t want to hear the specifics until now. Because I had you, Hayul.”

…As expected, Mom seemed to have sacrificed according to her nature.

“But now, it’s hard to pretend not to know, even though I know.

Even if I point it out now, I don’t think he’ll change, and given his personality, it’s obvious he’ll just deny everything even if I interrogate him messily….”

Somehow, the topic of divorce had come up, and I couldn’t object.

However, since it had come this far, I had to make sure of something.

“Mom, you know this guy also has a lot of women around him, right?”

If Dad’s messy affairs were the reason for divorce, causing a loss of affection, then the guy next to me is even worse.

If you counted the number of women I’d seen him with, you could line them up on an elementary school playground.

When it comes to complicated women problems, he’s second to none.

“Uh, Mom knows everything too.”

“You know?!”

“I already told my mother-in-law everything.”

The guy snickered and chimed in, as if he’d expected it.

I don’t know what he was so proud of to be swaggering about it, but Mom humbled herself.

“I’ve already heard a lot of insults from you, haven’t I?

I know Cha Seobang has many women, but there’s a big age difference between us, and….”

‘You can’t just bow down to that!’

You shouldn’t make concessions considering such things.

In the first place, that guy must have approached her first, and an age difference isn’t an excuse for having many women around you.

I tried to argue.

As a daughter, I couldn’t just stand by, but Mom shook her chin vigorously from side to side.

“No, no! Actually, the truth is, I like Cha Seobang.

I know the age difference is great and it’s very foolish, but… even after hearing that you know everything, I like him so much that I don’t want to be apart from him, just having him by my side. Enough to want to spend the rest of my life… with the man beside me.”

Mom, completely revealing herself as if showing her naked body.

Squeeze♥

As if responding to Mom’s feelings, Cha Doyeon subtly overlapped his hand over Mom’s, holding it.

“……♥”

At that, Mom’s face flushed red, and she quietly accepted it.

The sight of Mom’s hand intertwined with his was extremely suggestive.

As he touched Mom’s veiny hand, stroking it as if caressing it, Mom was simply happy and remained still.

As if her heart was put at ease, she defended him to this extent, as if he were her true husband.

“A-and if I’m even more honest… I’m also in favor of remarriage.”

“…….”

“It’s obvious he’ll throw a fit later, so marriage with me is difficult, but if you remarry… then I can meet Cha Seobang without any reservations.

Ah, ah! Of course, your wishes are always paramount. It’s just… if you two get along well, then it’s good for everyone.”

She had completely turned into a fool.

As if she had become a teenager in her first love, she was completely immersed in a beaker full of the honey of love.

‘She likes him *this* much… what in the world can I say?’

Indeed, he even hung up such scandalous photos as if wanting to brag.

She must really be quite fond of that guy.

Even though he had revealed all his flaws, she declared she liked him, so there was no hope.

‘Whew… Is it the difference between someone clumsily hiding their flaws and someone who rather tells you everything so you have no worries….’

I put forward a plausible theory, but in the end, it must have been the difference between affection that had long since cooled and love that was fiercely burning from new kindling.

My forehead felt hot and throbbed.

Pressing it with my palm to cool it, I organized my thoughts on what to say.

It was hard to stop Mom anymore.

However, seizing this opportunity, I felt I absolutely had to address this one thing right here, and pointed directly at Cha Doyeon.

“You.”

“Hm?”

“Besides the women you’re just toying with, how many mistresses do you actually have? Specifically, spill who else you’re meeting besides Mom.”

The number of women he played around with.

I needed to know how many women Cha Doyeon was currently seeing.

However, it was Mom who tried to stop me.

“L-let’s talk about that later.”

“…Why are you stopping me, Mom?”

“Well, if we talk about it now, I know how you, Hayul, will react…

As it is, too much information has already come out in this setting, and it would just prolong a useless debate.”

“Then that means you know everything, Mom?”

Mom awkwardly straightened her collar,

“I was surprised when I first heard it too.

But after hearing Cha Seobang’s further explanation, I understood, and I’ve decided to just believe it and move on.”

As if forcibly putting an end to it, Mom resolutely finished her words.

As if she absolutely wouldn’t mention it herself, she zipped her mouth shut to prevent further argument.

‘Damn it, what kind of bomb is hidden now, really…?’

I understood that Mom had fallen so deeply that she wouldn’t even listen to anyone else’s advice anymore.

A mother who wouldn’t even stop her daughter from marrying him! Now, that guy Cha Doyeon seems more important than me.

To the point of making me jealous.

“Alright, alright, alright.”

Cha Doyeon changed the atmosphere, which was on the verge of becoming serious again, with a clap of his hands as he stood up.

And he pushed in the antique chair from our house, finally bringing the long, drawn-out conversation to an end.

“We’ve talked enough, so how about we move locations now?”

“Hey, where are you suddenly going?!”

“I’m about to move locations.

Look outside. It’s already gotten dark.”

“…What does that have to do with anything?”

At that, the guy now looked at me as if dumbfounded.

That guy stared blankly, as if asking if I really didn’t know.

“It’s almost quitting time.

My father-in-law might burst through the door any minute now, you know?”

“Ah.”

“Ah… T-that’s right!”

Hearing those words, I glanced out the window, and saw the indigo darkness slowly beginning to spread around.

Dad usually comes home late, but it depends on whether he feels like drinking that day.

As his secretary, I’d confirmed his schedule for today was clear, so he might just come home if he feels lonely.

“Isn’t it better to avoid this awkward situation of your ex-son-in-law bursting into the house, rather than showing it?”

“…….”

He was annoying.

The guy, slipping away like a loach, was annoying, but he was right.

Time was short, and it was better to leave if we didn’t want to run into him.

And so, feeling sticky with sweat, I stood up and followed in my dry clothes.

“…Where are we going?”

When I asked him, resignedly, that guy smirked again.

He just mouthed exactly three syllables.

“My place.”