episode_0002

It was time to get things in order to finally start something.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, to achieve something substantial outside, I first needed to sort out my internal affairs.

“Young Master, we have arrived at our destination.”

“Uh.”

As I was casually fiddling with my phone, the driver, who was taking me out in a luxury sedan, announced our arrival at the destination.

The smooth stop, where I couldn’t even feel if we were moving or stopping, made me think this comfortable ride was definitely the reason for riding in an expensive car.

By the way, the driver was a woman.

It was a very unusual case to employ a young woman as a driver, but it seemed this scoundrel had a condition where he’d die if there weren’t women around him for even a moment.

The cleaner who cleaned the house was a woman.

The secretary I occasionally saw when she made an appearance was a woman.

Even the driver in front of me now was a woman.

It was as if he was working hard for women’s rights; since transmigrating, there had been only women around me.

‘Well… he certainly knew his women.’

Looking at their faces, it was understandable.

No, more specifically, all of them had large butts.

“There’s no accompanying secretary today, should I open the door for you separately?”

The driver asked politely, turning to look at the backseat.

She was officially affiliated with our Hwaryeong Group, and her name tag displayed ‘Woo Miae’.

Though she was doing a driver’s job with a pretty face, it turned out she was quite an elite when I looked into her.

With an impressive academic background and a family that was somewhat upper class.

Yet her current job was a scoundrel’s driver.

Woo Miae was like a person whose parts had been assembled completely mismatched.

‘That’s why I don’t know if he slept with her or not….’

“?”

Therefore, I still didn’t know if this scoundrel had merely hired women, or if he had already had his way with them after hiring them.

Driver Woo Miae was so good at reacting to my whims, and for two months, she had only shown a business-like face, making it difficult to tell.

‘Whew… even so, now isn’t the time for such thoughts.’

“That’s enough. I’ll probably be back late, so you can go back first. Just go home early today.”

“No, I will wait.”

“I said it’s not necessary. It’s a serious matter, so the discussion will be lengthy.”

“Then it is my duty to wait for you, Young Master, until you need me.”

‘Ha… I’m so touched, I could cry, I really could.’

Even her usual speech is so slick, it’s well-oiled.

She’s clearly a brilliant talent, yet I don’t know why she’s wasting her life supporting this kind of scoundrel.

“Ugh, do whatever you want! I’m leaving.”

“Yes, I hope things are resolved well.”

Anyway, I opened the door and stepped out.

As soon as I came out, I adjusted my butt that had been swallowed by my pants, and straightened my collar.

In front of the appointed restaurant.

It was the day I would negotiate with the wife who was on the verge of divorcing me.

* * *

It was five minutes before the appointed time, but the other party had already filled her seat as if it were natural.

As I approached from a distance, I could see neat long hair from behind the luxurious folding screen that partially obscured the area.

Only at that specially reserved seat, the air felt heavy, as if it would suffocate me.

“You’re late.”

*Wince!*

What’s more, it was as if she’d timed it to my footsteps as I approached; she spoke the moment I emerged from behind the screen.

I stopped, then feeling awkward, I retorted subtly.

“But I’m not actually late, am I….”

“Making someone wait after arriving first is definitely being late.”

A strict tone that wouldn’t concede a single word.

In front of the woman elegantly sipping her coffee, I inwardly sighed deeply and sat down.

Living as Cha Doyeon after transmigrating, there was one truth I deeply empathized with.

That was, the day I had to face my wife was the most agonizing moment of my life.

She was truly the type of person who would dislike anything less than perfection, so just looking at her face brought a tightness to my chest.

A group currently achieving consecutive victories in the turbulent ranking competition among chaebols.

The only daughter of , Ahn Hayul.

Currently, in terms of total market capitalization for the entire group, it ranks within the top 9 groups in South Korea.

While 9th place might seem like a somewhat ambiguous number, this was an enormous achievement, pulled up from a ranking of 17th, and what’s more, Hayul was an only daughter and sole heir.

It meant she was a major chaebol from birth, set to inherit immense wealth.

As for the relationship between such an alpha girl and this Cha Doyeon, it was an arranged marriage.

I was 23 and she was 25 in international age, and they said we got married as soon as I became an adult, as if grilling beans in a flash of lightning.

A common story.

Their fathers were apparently such close friends that they pushed the marriage through, ignoring both their children’s wishes.

It could only be seen as a relationship connected by money and external relations rather than love from the very beginning.

Although, it’s questionable if this scoundrel ever even had tender feelings like love in the first place.

“Cutting to the chase, I’ll say this first.”

*Gulp*…!

Here was a complete scoundrel who ruined the entire group’s image, and there was a versatile beauty who lacked nothing.

They were cliché and trite titles, but no other adjectives came to mind.

Ahn Hayul — calling her ‘Hayul’ somewhat intimately as a wife — pressed her brow as if she had a headache.

“Why did you call Mom to this place?”

That’s right.

This was clearly not a meeting for just two people.

It seemed my mother-in-law had arrived earlier and was already seated with her.

And that was my idea.

It was packed with my impure intentions.

“It’s been a while… Son-in-law Cha.”

Even my mother-in-law, who had shown up at my sudden summons, seemed utterly out of place, merely giving a hollow laugh.

After bowing my head to my mother-in-law, who had gone out of her way to come, I squeezed out these words like a sinner.

“Well… since this might be our last time, we need someone to be a witness or to mediate, don’t we?”

“Mediate? This is a discussion that ended countless times already. It’s a simple matter of stopping your evasion and just stamping the seal.”

“Even so, we’ve been married for three years. It’s too hasty a judgment to proceed emotionally—”

*Thud!*

The table, laid simply with bread and coffee, shook as if from an earthquake.

It was a private room with partitions for VIPs, but the servers were startled by the tough chaebol second generation who slammed the table as if to break it.

Nevertheless, Hayul gripped the tablecloth tightly and vented her suppressed rage.

“The hasty judgment was our marriage…!”

“…….”

“How many years have I wasted on this worthless marriage, swayed by our fathers’ instigation… If there’s one major blemish on my life, it’s that I couldn’t wail louder like a cow being sold to the slaughterhouse the night before the wedding, you scoundrel bastard…!”

‘Even if you say that….’

I don’t know.

Having only transmigrated for barely two months, I don’t know much about their past story.

But judging by how this scoundrel behaves, it was obvious what kind of things must have happened.

The two, with their polar opposite personalities, seemed to have already fallen out after completely wrecking their newlywed home from the very start of their marriage, living like strangers for three years.

At the same time, it seemed there was even a major incident mixed in that I couldn’t remember, as the word ‘scoundrel’ naturally escaped that elegant elite’s lips.

It seemed Hayul had nothing but miserable memories in many respects.

‘Well… I guess I have no right to speak, having played around with women myself?’

Even though I had intentionally alienated her, since it wasn’t something I had directly done (as the original Doyeon), I didn’t feel guilty.

So, my personal feelings towards Hayul so far were nothing but a vague fear of not wanting to confront her.

She was hostile towards me from the start, and if you said “perfect” in reverse, there was no room for me to dig in.

Aside from her looks, she wasn’t my type.

“Now, now… both of you, calm down.”

As the table started to become hostile, my mother-in-law stepped in maturely to stop it.

While lightly mediating, she couldn’t stop it strongly, as she was naturally on her daughter’s side.

She didn’t strongly stop it, understanding her daughter’s feelings, who had suffered under the scoundrel.

Anyway, Ahn Hayul was, as you can see, this kind of person.

A wife with a strong, proactive self, always pursuing perfection.

Nevertheless, Cha Doyeon hesitated to divorce such a wife.

The reason was obvious, I thought I knew it.

“Hurry up and stamp the seal.”

“Is this really… the only way?”

“No. Thanks to your father’s demands, we had a prenuptial agreement not to merge assets, so it’s over once we simply separate our bodies.”

After taking out the divorce agreement, she flapped the paper.

“If I have one last request for trash like you, it’s to quietly sign here and go your own way.”

“…….”

I had nothing to say.

It wasn’t my sin, but I bowed my head like a sinner.

As if reflecting on past misdeeds for a while, I held my breath, then slowly took out the seal I had kept in my inner pocket.

*Press!*

And so, I stamped the seal on the divorce agreement she offered.

Calmly, I brought an end to this ill-fated connection between the two chaebol families.

“Is that it?”

“…….”

“Now, if we officially submit it, it’ll be over.”

Seeing that, Hayul was rather flustered.

It was the divorce she had longed for so much, but seeing this scoundrel being so submissive, she blinked her eyes as if possessed by a ghost.

Her brain briefly froze, then she immediately moved to her next action.

“…Good, now we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“I suppose so.”

“Whew… Good, I feel light as a feather for the first time in a while. Let’s go our separate ways now. You’ve worked hard.”

“Hey!”

Hayul immediately picked up her coat and abruptly stood up.

Food was steadily being brought to the table, but as if unwilling to even grant a final meal together, she briskly left her seat.

“Whew… I’m sorry, Son-in-law Cha. You called me, but I wasn’t much help.”

“…….”

“Still, there’s nothing to be done. In the end, there are fated connections in this world.”

My mother-in-law offered such comfort.

Soon, as she also reached for her handbag, feeling uncomfortable in a seat shared with me,

“Mother-in-law!”

“Uh, huh!?”

Now was the time.

My stage was beginning now.

The groundwork I had laid earlier was all an act for this moment.

I wanted to be desperately abandoned like a worn-out shoe, and it played out just as I wanted.

“Son-in-law, Son-in-law Cha!?”

“I’m sorry. Please, just hold me for a moment…!”

“Suddenly, why, why are you acting like this?”

To be fully comforted, I exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

I clung to my mother-in-law like a flying squirrel asking for a hug.

“Well, you see… even my family has turned their backs on me.”

“……!”

A story I immediately spun out from my seat.

A trite tale, told in great detail, about how I had finally seen reality after being intoxicated by alcohol and women.

Cradled in my mother-in-law’s warm embrace, I recounted it as if confessing.

I spewed it all out with the nuance of regretting having lived as a scoundrel.

“Ah, I understand. Your pitiful circumstances, Son-in-law Cha.”

“Really?”

“But what do you expect me to do by telling me that…?”

‘Hmm… that’s probably true.’

From my mother-in-law’s perspective, that was a natural answer.

Because the two of us probably had no connection outside of the wedding.

However, I held onto the soft hem of her clothes with all my might and didn’t let go.

“I simply need someone. Someone kind around me, like you, Mother-in-law.”

“Even so, we’re no longer even relatives by marriage….”

“Then, from today, instead of seeing me as son-in-law to mother-in-law, could you please see me as the person Cha Doyeon?”

“The person Cha Doyeon…?”

After sniffing once,

“I just want to have normal interactions with someone like family. It’s okay if we just meet occasionally for a meal! I just… miss human warmth. Ruined by alcohol and women, the only person I can rely on now is a warm person like you, Mother-in-law!”

“Son-in-law Cha….”

After this, I continued to spin my tale at great length.

I pitifully rolled around on the floor, saying things like I couldn’t help being hated by my wife in this state, and that I would die old and alone like this.

“Whew… there, there.”

“Mother-in-law!”

Perhaps sympathy finally rose within her, and my mother-in-law, who was usually tender-hearted, accepted me.

Along with a sympathetic embrace as a mother, she hugged me like a son.

There, I shed tears of emotion.

I clung to her like a child, unwilling to let go.

‘Fuck, her breasts are huge…!’

The problem was that if I wasn’t careful, tears might even flow from below.

To be clear, my mother-in-law was a beauty.

A milf who aged backward, catching my eye the moment I saw her, second only to my mom.

Her breasts, moreover, were the most ample among the women around me, second only to my mom, and perhaps confident in her figure, she often wore dresses that emphasized her curves whenever we met by chance.

Therefore, my mother-in-law was always my target.

I had been eyeing her, biding my time for a chance to get closer, enduring the divorce with Ahn Hayul, and waiting for a strike like today.

That’s right.

My target was my mother-in-law.

The divorce was merely an excuse; my goal today was to build a relationship with my mother-in-law.

“Yes, cry your heart out now.”

“*Sob*… Mother-in-law!”

My expression was twisted, but inwardly, I was smiling more happily than ever.

I enjoyed my admirable self, who acted till the very end, and the violent sensation touching my chest right now.

Divorce? I’d gladly give it.

But I couldn’t give up my mother-in-law because she was so hot.