Chapter 225 – The Decision to Break Up (2)
Me too he’s a no-brainer
When I said I wanted a divorce, I quickly regretted it.
A man who has never had a face-to-face conversation, and is not even sure if his name is ‘Cha Jin-woo’.
Is he feeling intimacy simply because he has driven his cock into his wife’s crotch?
Silence for a while.
It was only then that I woke up as if I had been hit in the head with something.
“No. I think I said something useless. There were many rudeness in the first meeting.”
I desperately tried to hang up the phone.
“Wait.”
“Yes…?”
“If you really feel that way, I think it would be nice to meet you.”
“Meet you.”
“I’m interested. Your story.”
***
Fuck.
It’s a divorce
I made an appointment with the man and felt like my stomach was going to explode all the way to meet him.
Words that came out of my mouth unconsciously. ‘Divorce.’
It was a word I wouldn’t normally say or even picture in my head. But why did that word suddenly pop out then?
Really… Do I want to break up with my beloved wife?
In fact, from the moment I crossed the river of no return, a subtle wall developed between her wife and me. Netorare husband and his wife.
It is absolutely unacceptable to an ordinary couple with traditional marriage values.
Seungyeon and I loved each other very much, but the way we loved each other was different.
When he was an assistant manager of a small business, Kim Jin-woo was a man who could do anything for Seung-yeon. He was happy as if he had the whole world when he came in after working all day and was in her arms.
Compared to that time, our economic and social status was clearly different. Billions of dollars were piled up in my bank account balance, and what I do is go looking for land or manage buildings.
I thought Seungyeon and I would be happier if we had money.
However, the more cash piled up in our bank account, the more time we had as individuals rather than the time we spent together, the stronger the wall between the two of us became.
Why…
What is the cause?
Most of our beds, where we stroked each other’s bodies and felt each other’s body temperature, are now gone. On the day she slept with her, there was someone else besides the two of us.
We used other men to satisfy our sexual urges, but conversations between the two of my wife and I have all but disappeared.
Really… A relationship that only pursues pleasure.
Should I say I’m glad I’m pregnant? If it wasn’t for the child, the tails connecting them would have already been cut off. Of course, the child who didn’t look like me was almost in Seungyeon’s arms.
While I was organizing my thoughts, I had arrived at my destination before I knew it.
A bar near Yeouido.
It was a luxurious bar frequented by stockbrokers working in Yeouido and office workers in the financial sector. It was a bit late, so there were several waitresses and men in short skirts at the bar.
If it was like before, I wouldn’t have looked at it because it was expensive.
Now, I don’t feel so awkward when I go to places like this.
“You’ve worked hard to come this far.”
Did you recognize me first?
In the deepest part of the bar, a man sitting at a table stood up.
Was it this big…?
A man in a navy suit made of high quality fabric. The first thing that caught my eye was his height, which seemed to be one head taller than mine.
Her slender body, straight legs, and beautiful looks made her look credible even if she had modeled for her. I straightened my shoulders and held his hand.
“Thank you for your time.”
“No. Would you like a drink?”
“I brought a car, but… That’s right. I’ll call a substitute.”
“Since you came all the way here, Mr. Jinwoo chooses.”
“Ah… We have the same name.”
“Yes, I’m Jinwoo Kim. That’s Jinwoo Cha…”
“…It’s a coincidence.”
“Iknow, right.”
Shy smile. We filled each other’s glasses with strong whiskey.
Is it because of the strong whiskey, or is it because of the kinship that comes from having the same name? After about an hour of small talk, our tension gradually eased.
The man was more introverted than I thought. Contrary to his outward appearance, he is not arrogant or harsh. My vigilance slowly melted away at the man’s gentleness.
“Are you considering a divorce?”
“Ah yes.”
The man brought up the subject first. I felt like I was being sucked in by his deep gaze that met my eyes.
“Can you tell me why?”
“Well… It’s a complex reason. It’s hard to pick and explain just one easily.”
I mumbled. Because it was true
Married life with Seungyeon was looking at almost 10 years. How can I describe cutting off such a wife in one word? I myself have not been able to pinpoint the reason.
The man nodded his head in understanding. His expression was unknown, and there was a moment of silence as if he was about to say something.
“…I’m having a similar problem.”
“Yes…?”
“I’m contemplating a divorce from her wife. The reason… Will be similar to Jinwoo.”
The man spat out his words and raised the whiskey glass in front of him and shot it. His neck groaning is like watching a scene from a CF.
“You did…”
“So I asked to meet. It’s like looking at my present self. It’s like looking into a mirror.”
Was that so
The reason the two of us were able to melt quickly was not because of alcohol or because of our names, but because of each other’s wives.
“Coincidence… There is such a coincidence.”
“I’m so curious too. They have the same name, and even the situation we’re in… I can’t believe that.”
The man and I clinked our glasses without anyone saying anything. The man’s hardened expression really resembled mine, as if looking in a mirror.
Men will also rot inside and go to the moon.
“Do you have any children?”
“Yes… I have a daughter.”
“I have a son, too. He doesn’t look like me… But to be honest, he doesn’t look like me at all.”
“I fully sympathize with that feeling. Even I couldn’t even do a paternity test. I wanted to see her wife’s face, just in case.”
The man’s voice trembled.
To think that he, who lives a decent job, a decent appearance, and a life without envy, has this kind of pain… He feels sorry for him.
Does he feel the same way about me?
Having come to the conclusion that we are similar, we disclosed more of each other’s information.
He said that his Neto life was quite long.
The experience of being invited by chance to a friend’s proposal, he said, was the beginning. The pleasure of that exhilarating moment. He said that even after returning to his daily life, he tormented him to the end.
The man shook his head saying he regretted that time.
At the time, even though he was in a relationship with his current wife, the man could not cut off the invitation. He is a man who has come to the point of going to the site and posting articles and applying for support. Almost he said he was addicted to the Neto life.
“He was crazy. Back then… Looking back now, it was the worst.”
Eventually, the man came to his senses and decided to marry his wife. With the mindset that it would be better if I had a family, and it would be better if I had a child.
However, once the pleasure began to eat a little, the heart quickly sent him back to the invitation site.
“In the end… I told my wife.
“What did your wife say?”
“Of course… I was taken aback.
“You’ve worked hard… You’ve done a lot.”
“But in the end… The good wife reached out to her first. She said that we could overcome, that we could fall in love again. I did…”
The man paused for a moment.
He lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly and trembled, as if something in his anger was welling up.
“This asshole… Used that opportunity to take advantage of his wife.”
The man grinded his teeth. He is a man who bitterly regrets himself at the time.
He said it was very small and insignificant at first.
He covered his wife’s face and took pictures of her body, posted them on the Internet, and was thrilled with the reactions. Her wife also said she could do that much, and she said let’s fix it slowly, and she was rather thorough.
But are you satisfied with it?
The man asked his wife for something bigger, something more stimulating. The process was almost similar to mine.
Her wife took off her panties and let her go to work at the company, and voyeurized it, and took a scene of her having sex and edited it with her mother-in-law.
And in the end… Made her guest ride on top of her drunken wife’s body.
That’s how the man’s wife became more and more corrupt.
Just like Seungyeon and me.
We could tell just by looking into each other’s eyes how hellish the situation we were in right now was.
Is there any way out of this hell…?
“Mr. Jinwoo…”
His hands were shaking. I looked him straight in the eyes and said the words that came to mind.
Husbands who fell into a slope. There is only one way to solve the problem in my head right now.
“Why don’t we … Take each other’s wives and meet them together.”
