Divorce papers given by husband

"The boss has arrived, ma'am."

Yeo-Hwa, who was in the room, responded to Anseong-daek's voice from behind the wooden door.

"I'm leaving now."

My husband arrived home at 6:30 p.m. Yeon-Hwa sat in front of the dressing table, comb in hand, brushing her long, waist-length hair. Yeon-Hwa only left the room after adjusting the look of the pink dress she was wearing. Ahn Seong-daek, who was making dinner at the open island table, remarked while looking for her husband.

"He went into the large room."

Yeon-Hwa approached Anseong-daek, who was getting ready for supper while looking at her husband's chamber across from her. Even the simple act of moving his steps demonstrated his dignity.

"I'm going to eat at the restaurant tonight."

"You have to? What day is it now?"

Meals were typically made at the kitchen's dining table. However, on a certain day, such as today. I wanted to go to the restaurant with him for supper. The dining area was revealed when the sliding door next to the kitchen opened.

"I'll clean it up. Today, leave work early."

"Will you then simply soak the dishes in water? I'll come over tomorrow and finish it."

"I'll do it."

The long bar light on the ceiling lit up when Yeon-hwa pressed the restaurant switch. Ahn Seong-daek, who was standing in front of the restaurant with a salad in a round bowl, gazed at Yeon-face. hwa's

"With your bangs chopped, you look great. You were born young, but you appeared much younger."

"I appreciate it."

Yeon-hwa handed the bowl Ahn Seong-daek was holding with a little smile. Anseong-daek stated that she would do it, but Yeon-hwa assisted Anseong-daek in preparing dinner. Ahn Seong-daek removed her apron and bowed to Yeon-hwa, who sat in front of the dark gray marble table.

"I'm going to leave, ma'am."

"Please leave with caution."

Ahn Seong-daek hoisted her waist and exited the home as soon as I quietly greeted them. The sound of the front door closing could be heard in the distance, and the house fell silent. The silence did not last long. From the living room, I heard the door open. Yeon-hwa took a deep breath and looked out the open entrance of the restaurant. Soon after, Gun-woo entered, dressed in a new shirt and black pants. Geon-woo carved the delicate meat with a knife and fork. Yeon-hwa lowered her eyelashes as she stared at Geon-woo.

"You arrived early today; you typically leave work after 9 p.m."

For the first time, Geon-woo cast a glance towards Yeon-hwa.

"I arrived home early because I was exhausted."

The powerful bass fell low between them like an atmosphere.

"Can you tell me what day it is?"

Geon-woo lifted his shallowly bowed waist in response to Yeon-hwa's question. Geon-woo's face was illuminated by a soft orange light. His emotionless gaze touches Yeon-hwa's parched skin and the descent.

"I had no idea it was your birthday."

Yeon-birthday Hwa's was not today. For a brief period, her heart pounded furiously, but Yeon-hwa did not want to settle the problem emotionally, so she restrained her rage. She married Geon-woo three years ago, but he immediately moved to the US branch for two years. And a year ago, he moved back to Korea to live with her.

The pair shared a room and it was unusual to see his face every time he was late for work. What did you anticipate from this man? To this man who has no idea what his wife's birthday is. It happened just as Yeonhwa was ready to open her mouth.

"Let's get a divorce."

Geon-woo has filed for divorce.

Today is our third wedding anniversary and our first with him. Yeon-hwa's expression darkened in an instant. There was no fear in Geon-woo's eyes as if he had already made up his mind. His glare was as hard and unwavering as it had always been. The distance they were facing wasn't too far away. However, the individual appeared to be so far away that he couldn't be apprehended. That stare became so familiar to me that I became bored with it. Every time, the man drew a line and didn't cross it.

"It's simple to say we're going to divorce."

She was biting the sensitive mucous membrane inside her lips Yeonha brought her gaze to the platter. The already chilly piece of flesh resembled the man's heart in front of him. There is no warmth, and the surface is brittle.

"I placed the divorce papers on the coffee table."

Geon-woo spoke up without hesitation, despite the fact that he didn't comprehend the divorce.

"All you have to do is stamp the back of the paperwork."

Yeon-hwa, who had raised her eyes, had a scowl in the gap between her brows.

"Is divorce simple?"

"Because marriage was so simple."

"....."

"Divorce is not a difficult process."

Yeon-hwa reached under the table for the hem of her pink dress. When he was done, Geon-woo pulled the chair back, stood up, and exited the restaurant. Yeon-hwa's eyes were hot, and she only gazed at the back of Geon-woo, who turned around. It was a loveless planned marriage. Divorce was unsurprising. Perhaps it was to be expected. Yeon-hwa and Geon-woo have been living in the same house for a year.

"Divorce is not a difficult process."

Yeon-hwa closed her eyes and repeated Geon-woo's words, which were obviously sticking into her ears.

"It has to be you."

Even if Geon-woo dies and awakens, he will have no idea how much damage his comments caused Yeon-hwa.

*** Three years ago, at a lounge cafe on the top levels of the Central Hotel, Yeon-hwa and Geon-woo sat facing each other in the window seat with the best night view of Seoul. When I was younger, I was twenty-four. I first met Geon-woo at the location where he was pushed out by his parents' hands.

"Ms. Song Yeon-hwa," he said.

Yeon-hwa, who had been immersed in her thoughts, regained consciousness.

"Yes."

Yeon-hwa had a tremendous crush on Geon-woo at their first meeting. Her sun-tanned complexion, her stance that hasn't changed during the dialogue, and her long, keen eyes that don't have double eyelids. It was love at first sight. It was impossible not to fall in love with it. How can you not fall in love with your perfect type when he or she is right in front of you?

"Did you hear what I was saying?"

I was so captivated by his face that I couldn't hear what he was saying. Yeon-hwa naturally grabbed the teacup in front of her to avoid looking embarrassed.

"I apologize. Could you just tell me once more?

"I suggested we be married."

"What?"

This time I got it right, but another question arose. I had no choice but to do so because it had been less than an hour since we had met. She laid the glass she was holding on the table with a blank expression.

"It isn't a marriage."

"How many times has Song Yeon-hwa been in this situation?"

Yeon-hwa checks her mind for prior memories in response to the unexpected query.

"...Third.."

"I'm in the twenty-second row."

What exactly does this man want to say? Yeon-hwa sat quietly waiting for Geon-woo to speak up.

"My grandmother likes Song Yeon-hwa, or more specifically, Song Yeon-hwa's orders."

Bae Young-sook, Geon-woo's grandmother, was the head of the Daejin Group. Because he had heard the rumor, he knew Young-sook was blindly believing the master. Geon-woo raised the tip of his lips for the first time since entering the cafe.

"She claimed that if I marry Song Yeon-hwa, my family will be at peace, and I will soon lose my reputation and shine even more."

Yeon-hwa's heart was touched by a faint smile that appeared almost invincible. Unlike Young-sook, Geon-woo laughed lightly, most likely because he didn't trust in his master. However, his smile was quickly wiped away from his lips.

"I want the 22nd line to be the final one. I don't want to waste any more of my time sitting in my chair."

It was clearly insane back then. I wanted to seize the marriage bait that a man throws on land.

"I apologize. Geon-woo Yoon, because I had you read the 23rd line."

Even if a man was her ideal type, and marriage would be mutually beneficial, she could not decide to marry in an instant. It's been a month since I refused to marry him. Yeon-hwa ran across Geon-woo again, this time in the same spot and at the same time. When the man who spotted the queue rose up, his gaze was drawn to Geon-woo, who was sitting across from him at the table. Geon-woo was standing in line with a woman with long hair. Yeon-hwa thought about the man every day for a month, despite her best efforts to deny it. I couldn't stop thinking about the voice calling my name and the eyes that were as black as the night sky. Yeon-hwa made a decision the instant his gaze met Geon- woo's. To become married to him.

Even a man as icy as winter, I believed, would change if he married. When spring arrives, no matter how harsh the winter was, the cold snow melts. It didn't take her long to understand he was conceited. The man did not give Yeon-hwa a single heart. He never gave me a warm smile, a nice look, or a kind remark. The man announced his untimely divorce after three years of not having a proper marriage. ****

(At the present moment)

Yeon-hwa exited the elevator with a brown briefcase in one hand and a determined expression. Secretary Kim, who was sitting at the desk in front of the representative office, stood up when she noticed Yeon-hwa.

"Does he work here?"

"You are, indeed, in the representative."

Secretary Kim stepped in front of the representative office and knocked with the back of his palm on the door.

"CEO, your wife has arrived."

Yeon-wha reached out and pulled the doorknob of the representative room when she heard the answer to come inside. Yeon-hwa entered the representative room and locked the door behind her as secretary Kim stepped back. Geon-woo, who was sitting on a black chair, stood up and closed the payment file he was holding.

"I didn't get a call saying you were on your way."

Walking in front of Geon-woo, the heel of Yeon-shoes hwa's hammered firmly on the floor like a definite promise. Yeon-hwa approached the desk and took a piece of paper from a brown briefcase. It was a divorce certificate with Geon-woo's stamp on it. Yeon-hwa, gripping both ends of a thin piece of paper, tore it in half as though it were purple. Geon-woo's body was splitting apart as he glanced at the piece of paper.

"Can you tell me what you're doing right now?"

Yeon-hwa, who had to use all of her power to keep her neck from trembling, opened her mouth.

"I'm here to tell you that I can't get a divorce."

Geon-woo lowered his gaze as he placed the torn paper on the desk.

"Can you tell me why?"

Yeon-hwa's pride prevented her from saying, 'I still love you.'

"You are well aware that your mother and father rely heavily on you. Only three times the amount of money is invested in the foundation after marriage. Even my parents would be unable to accept a hasty divorce."

Yeon-hwa did not reveal the secret she harbored in her heart. Geon-woo's comments were stuck behind Yeon-hwa's back as she turned around.

"If that's the case, please excuse me while I go explain."

She was also well aware that this would not work for Geon-woo. But Yeon-hwa couldn't do anything else. The only thing that remained was the exterior. Secretary Kim, who was holding a tray outside the door, bowed when the door to the representative chamber was opened. On the platter was a teacup of green tea. Yeon-hwa walked by secretary Kim and into the elevator. The elevator door to the second floor opened, and Yeon-hwa entered, but Geon-woo followed. Yeon-hwa's eyes were wide open, and Geon-woo stood beside him. Yeon-hwa turned to face Geon-woo as the elevator door closed.

"Do you intend to meet with my parents right now?"

I didn't mean to be sarcastic, but the words came out badly.

"I'd like to see you off."

Geon-woo's voice was as quiet as before, which was embarrassing. Even the man who had lately discussed divorce had sent me away. 'I really appreciate it.' He pushed his lips together to keep the scathing comments from coming out. The elevator is descending as the number decreases, but Yeon-hwa is deaf and heartbroken as if she were moving up to a high floor.

"I'm having supper with my grandmother today."

Without having to ask any additional questions, Yeon-hwa understood what the promise with Chairman Bae Young-sook meant. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, The racing heart felt like it was about to burst through her tight lips. This man was seriously considering divorce.

"I'll also notify your parents within the next week. You won't have to be concerned about it."

Turning aside or avoiding the seat didn't help the problem. But I couldn't stay any longer with Geon-woo because I was choked. She was frustrated because she knew she was on the second floor, but she exited the elevator with the door open. I heard footsteps from behind as I walked down the round glass stairs that connected to the first floor. I could feel the wrath I'd been repressing slowly rising to the surface. Seeing off was merely a pretext. Finally, I wanted to ensure that I got a divorce. Yeon-hwa shook her head and twisted her body backward, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I never do."

I was about to say that I couldn't obtain a divorce, but my body shifted backwards for some reason. Geon-woo's expression changed dramatically. Her lips parted, and terror flashed across her face. Yeon-hwa tried to maintain her balance, but her heel became stuck at the bottom of the stairs and she couldn't move. A brief moment seemed to last an eternity. As if this was the last day of my life. Yeon-fingers hwa's dropped out of Geon-hand woo's as Geon-finger woo's curled around the tip of Yeon-right hwa's finger in the air. The body that had been raised into the air was flung down the steps in its entirety.

Thud!!!

"Ahhhhh!"

An unknown person's scream burst open my open ears.

"Song Yeon-hwa!"

It was the first time I had heard Geon-woo scream. He was suffering from a fever at the back of his neck. Blood was dripping down the back of his neck and shoulders from his head. His head was obviously torn and fell, and his shoulder smacked the floor, but he felt no pain. Did God have mercy on this heinous death? Blink, blink, blink. Yeon-hwa's eyelids could no longer be lifted after being opened and closed.

***The first thing Yeon-hwa saw when she opened her eyes was a white ceiling.

'Is this heaven?'

The ceiling light fragmented over Yeon-hwa's eyelids as she rolled her eyes to the side.

'There's light in heaven.'

Yeon-hwa pinched her brows at the slight odor of disinfectant. Then she felt an agony she'd never felt before.

"Ugh."

Yeon-hwa closes and opens her eyes with a moan, and a face that shouldn't be there sits in front of her foggy eyes.

"Are you awake?"

'Did you also go to paradise, Geon-woo Yoon?'

He licked his dry lips, but there was no sound. Is it to show you the face you've missed because this is your final life? I suppose the fantasy is correct. Geon-woo wiped Yeon-hwa's forehead softly. When Yeon-hwa saw Geon-woo like way, he was reminded of the past. I would have told the truth if I had known it was the last time. Whatever Geon-woo says, I'll just say, 'I like you.' I grew resentful of my former self. I wished I could go back in time, but I couldn't. There will be no more chances. Because he's already passed away.

"Is there no voice? Or is it hard to talk?"

But did you know his man could make a facial expression? At the same time, an expression of relief and misery intersects. His brow twitched as his wide-open eyes closed. Yeon-hwa just stood there with a bright smile on her face. His palm caressing my cheek was warm, and I could feel Geon-woo's strength gripping it. Only then did Yeon-hwa realize he was in a hospital, not heaven.

"Do you recall what occurred when you tumbled down the stairwell?"

I remember it so well. Do you usually lose your memory in this situation? It's not a drama, so there's no such thing. I'd rather have lost all my memories. If that had been the case, the divorce could have been postponed. I was just staring blankly at Geon-woo, and there was a chill on the man's face. A darker rib appeared in Geon-woo's forehead, whose heart was pounding.

"Would you like to know who I am?"

If I said I lost my memory, wouldn't it be possible to postpone the divorce? Yeon-hwa herself was absurd. What is it that a man who asks for divorce is trying to get hold of? What can I do, this guy is nice. A blunt face, and an act of indifference. It's my first love, so I don't want to break up. Yeon-hwa swallowed dry saliva in succession and dropped her lifeless lips.

"Who....please?"

"..... Song Yeon-Hwa."

"Do you know me?

Geon-woos's eyes trembled at the unfocused eyes and unfamiliar voice. Yeon-hwa's hand, which had been held by Geon-woo's hand, suddenly came out. The strength in his hands was lost, and he lost the hand of Yeon-hwa. Yeon-hwa did not know that the impulsive lie would be the start of the play.