Till Death Do Us Part

nd snappy. Irritated that even after five years as my assistant she doesn’t understand how much her slowness annoys me. She’s efficient in so many ways but when it comes to movi

to view the city skyline from up here and facing another grey and wet day that covers most of the buildings in smog. My mood is so so, like any day of my existence these past years and I stare blankly int

hing sight of the funding approval report for one of his investments laid on top of the pile I have yet to get to. He’s be

walked by a fe

n a distant presence to me, and I don’t relish forcing conversation today of all days. I’m not in the mood for walking on eggshells and being made to feel worthless by his complete lack of interest in me, yet so

ility for happiness and then die a death as quickly as it began? Fate real

because of the date, and I’m apprehensive because I’m more sensitive than normal. If it wa

at only serve to hurt me. It’s not who I am or how mother raised me this past decade. I’m stronger than that and I won’t show weakness even when I’m broken inside. She ta

became a walking and breathing female version of Mr Park, before he passed away five years ago. All he lived for was work, status, an

o remember or care about anyway. In fact, three years ago, he made it blatantly clear that he never wanted me to mention it again in his presence or he would divorce me on the spot. Looking back; divorce would probably h

oonha’s on the way and noting he’s still out and about doing Director related tasks. My feet are killing me in my new heels, and I catch Yoo

ople’s eye and achieving great things in this empire that no other woman in my field has a

o bow and then quickly presses the intercom. I ignore her and swan past without a word. Walking without stopping, because I know I’ll lose my courage otherwise, and p

t he told me he hates with a passion. To quote ‘the smell makes me sick to my stomach’. It’s why I still wear it, even if the smell sometimes makes me nauseous from the memories it conjures up. He was the one who bought it for me as newlywed

g butterflies rise up and flutter around until I push them down with a heavy inhale. Steeling myself to regain immunity and hating that my stupid naïve heart can never remove the Jyeon of long ago from m

s frame the darkest of brown, gorgeous eyes, and that faultless jawline enhances everything, even his full lips and the way he chews his lower one when he concentrates. Jyeon was always b

nstant aura of closed off and aloof that he always serves me, and his tone is flat. I ignore it, walk forward, and dump the file on his

go for it.” I wait for him to lift it and open and he takes his time about it. Glancing at me only for a few seconds as he scans my outfit, no facial reaction about it, no

me want to break my own mask of cold indifference I have worn for so many years and show him that girl he used to know and care for still exists inside the poster perfect Park daughter in law his mother polished for him. She sometimes wants to break free and curl up i