His secretary?

Her PA, Do Han-Se, pointed out room no. 2A as she came walking along the long hallway, where multiple mixed colours alternately flickered and dimmed all around the corridor.

She twirled her feet towards the room and let out a poised sigh before twirling down the doorknob.

The door opening sound of creak mixed with thub turned Dae-Hyoen from tickling over that elegant woman's fair-skinned neck as that woman lay under him. Lucky for her virginity eyes, they were not undressed yet.

The mania her face owned before entering inside was absent willingly. Now, she intended herself and coerced herself to evince blase.

She shifted her unbothered glance to the shocked girl, who crawled out from under his body while he sat back, and his lips washed out an apathetic sigh as if this was not a sudden one but a regular one that Sun-Hwa always did.

Seeing that woman leaning against the bed instead of getting off, Sun-Hwa's lips squeezed out the streak of provoke into a sigh, and her index finger rubbed behind her ear to suppress her rage. 

She twisted her lower jaw as her recklessness rose before asking, "What are you staring at? Do you want to hear the conversation between husband and wife?"

Instantly, the girl got off and ran out of the room.

Sun-Hwa swiftly altered to an unbothered countenance when her eyes were meant to meet Dae-Hyoen for further processing.

She then headed towards him as he buttoned up his shirt. 

"Here is what you have asked, and the money that I owned for your family adopted me." She informed him and laid two contract papers on the bed. When he got off the bed, his scrutiny was on the divorce paper only.

He looked up at her. "Good," he glorified. Even so, his eyes narrowed when he got a glimpse of another contract paper that meant her whole company was going to belong to him from now on for the compensation of their family adopting a poor orphan, Han Sun-Hwa.

Sun-Hwa sensed her conviction that she could be free from her Playboy husband and live the rest of her life without his presence set aside as she spotted Dae-Hyoen's grievance-filled face just as he peeked a closer look at the contract paper of compensation.

She did hard work only to compensate for the money Mr. Jang's family could afford for her living expenses. But in front of their multi-branched companies, the money they depleted on their marriage and the living expenses that they offered her famous company was lacking half of the compensation.

Poor Han Sun-Hwa had no idea how much money they needed to compensate. On the inside, she was trembling. 'Is that not enough? Oh god, please. I can't live with him anymore. Forgive me for loving him. Please, let him say you are free to go.'

Dae-Hyoen picked up his phone from the table and dialled one of the managers of his company as he observed each word on the contract paper.

His manager attended.

"Come up with the contract paper." He said that, hanging up.

"Why? Is that money not enough?" The Sun-Hwa's heart was forsaken; she sounded spooked, and her angst was mirrored crystal clear.

"Seems like I must avenge you for what freedom you took away from me," his cryptic word surged in her dreed.

Since he married her, he hasn't been able to meet enough young women and hasn't been able to make whoopee his freedom independently because he should behave like a good husband in front of the media and outsiders so that their company can't be drag down owing to their unseemly secret personalities.

Her sanguine heart washed out instantly.

"Contract of you needing to work under me as secretary is on the way," he informed, dropping his butt on the bed with left crossed leg as her eyes expanded in petrify with the slacked shoulder as if she felt her whole world was going to be doomed again and the hope that she can see a bright world at least once in her life erupting down.

Ten minutes later, his manager, Dong-Han, entered with that contract that of Sun-Hwa's dark life. He appeared to be a thirty-year-old man who had a tinge of mercy on his face and his young charm, and handsomeness were also the best competitor to Dae-Hyeo. Even though he was 30, his young appearance failed to portray his old age.

Dae-Hyeon stood up, received the document from him, and stretched it towards Sun-Hwa, who had already purged herself for this known hell.

"Sign it," he toned tutelage before even she signed it.

'Just two years. You can do it, Sun-Hwa. It was my fault for choosing the wrong person, so I must undergo these kinds of rules.' She thought to herself. A deep sigh of she can abide it escaped her lips before she grabbed it and signed with no delay.

After signing it, she handed it back to Dae-Hyeon and twirled towards the door to leave the room.

"Keep yourself ready for tomorrow. If you are late to show up, I will not be responsible for what I do." He smirked and exulted himself because now he had her under his control, who had destroyed his jocund during the marriage life.

Sun-Hwa came out of the room as she gave up on her life and directly turned to the way she had come.

While she walked along the hallway with slacking shoulders and a toned-down face, the twilight of the devilish foam perimeter around her body gradually in a semicircular motion. Even her manager's word 'madam?' bounced back to its original place.

However, the dark foam appeared to be invisible to outsiders and Sun-Hwa too. 

Is this because of her insuppressible mourning? Or is this something unnatural? No, it was unpredictable. Even so, the flickerings of lights lit the hallway, but there was nothing to demonstrate or to fade away the dark foam that surrounded her whole body.

The night sky had already approached the city when she was about to get out of the bar.

Once she stepped out of the bar, she stopped right away. Her velvety hands embraced her belly longingly as her mournful eyes were about to precipitate a weep.

"Can you show me love instead of your papa?" she appealed. A drop of tears dripped on her slippery backhand as her palm penetrated some warmth inside her through her belly.

The baby. It happened on their drunken one-night stand. For the love she had for him, she tore the condom packet and threw it away when horny Dae-Hyeon scarcely conquered himself not to go with the raw one.

She even passed her car in the parking lot, walking along the sidewalk as her mind soulfully plunged into deep despondency. The dark foam around her kept swirling in a semicircular motion.

She exhaustedly sat on the bus stop bench. Letting out a deep sigh, she leaned against the backrest.

Keeping her zone-out glance on the busy little highway, the incursion of tears disrupted her clear view, and her inner self stretched some grumpiness to destroy her leftover reliance on her good fortune.

Her mind echoed inside.

I just want to stay away from him.

Why did it turn out to be like this? Why?

Two years. It is so far... And I'm his secretary?

Does it mean I need to assist him every minute? What if he demands that I guard him when he goes into ecstasy with other girls?

A girl was the only person standing next to her, waiting for the bus. She had dressed like a school student, and her face appeared to indicate she should be around 16 years old.

"Ah-"

Suddenly, Sun-Hwa's brows wrinkled, and her hands pressed against her belly as she was going through much pain in that area.

Her leaning shoulder straightened, and her upper body further bent forward unbearably because of the ache under her abdomen.

"Ahh... Ah-" she grunted, unable to moan. If she tried, it would worsen her abdomen pain.

She was blind to the dark foam, which enhanced its thickness around her body. She then raised her hand above to grab the small hand of that student.