I Wished My Wife Misfortune

“Didn’t you know I have a husband? The bastard standing right in front of you is my husband.” Instead of replying, Gowon rolled his eyes and blatantly let his gaze fall to Mihyun’s collarbone. Then, with his large hand, he firmly pulled together the front of the jacket draped over her shoulders. Just that touch alone made Mihyun’s frail body sway toward him. “You— what the hell…!” “It’s enough that that bastard—who doesn’t even know his place—knows we’re married.” “What?” “If you want the whole world to know, then go ahead and keep talking.” From a distance close enough for their breaths to mingle, Gowon’s eyes glinted darkly. “Let’s not make things complicated enough that I have to ...