The Taste of Chewing and Spitting

“Darling, don’t you remember? I’m your husband.” The man who was my father’s loyal dog, Kang Yeol-jin. He chased me like a stray dog, a thorn in the side of a perfect family, and I willingly hung myself to escape him. But when I opened my eyes, two years had passed. With Kang Yeol-jin’s child in my womb. “Does it make sense that I married you? Don’t touch my body. You smell disgusting.” The past two years had gone completely dark. My father, who had ruled like a master, had died, and everything had become Kang Yeol-jin’s. “I’m sorry. I come from the back alleys, unlike you, young master.” “…….” “But darling, I’m barely managing to act human. I want to live as your husband.” And ...