Please divorce me, husband.
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“What are you talking about? If possible, I want to live here.”
“…Have you already decided?”
"huh."
"I'm sure the chairman regrets it too."
Even those words came to me as resignation.
“Choi Soo-bin? I don’t think so.”
“…”
“I’m really going to get a divorce now, I’m so tired.”
The secretary took a short breath and lowered his head.
“…I apologize for visiting you at such a late hour.”
His voice remained calm, but the cold air of the mountain lodge enveloped his whole body.
“…”
“…”
The secretary sat quietly in her chair, looking at me. I didn't put my wine glass away like I usually do.
“…”
I lifted my wine glass and took a sip. As the cold liquor slid down my throat, I felt a strange pressure on my heart.
“You eat it often, don’t you?”
He said carefully.
“Okay. You should drink when you have time.”
I shrugged and said, picking up the wine again and refilling my empty glass.
“Would you like a drink?”
I gently held out my wine glass. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head cautiously.
“I’m fine.”
“Really? Then just stay here.”
I said with a playful smile.
“…”
He looked at me silently for a moment, then quietly opened his mouth.
“…I’ll be by your side. Let me know whenever you need me.”
I felt his sincerity, and smiled faintly. I put down my wine glass and quietly looked out the window.
“…”
He sat next to me without saying a word. It was enough that we didn't even have to make eye contact or speak.
“…”
Just being together brought a sense of relief. The tranquility of a summer night enveloped us.
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The alcohol gradually took its toll on my body. After about an hour, my eyes gradually closed and my consciousness began to fade.
“…”
I felt someone moving next to me. It must have been my secretary.
“You shouldn’t sleep here.”
He spoke in a calm voice.
“Excuse me.”
Without the strength to resist, I carefully placed myself in his arms. As my body lifted and moved, I could feel his touch, cold and hard, yet cautious.
“…”
Before I knew it, I was lying on the bed in the living room. I could feel the blanket neatly covering me.
“…Sleep well.”
His words sounded distant, but they were clear. I could close my eyes and rest in the knowledge that he was there.
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