Chapter 186 – Abduction – Regrets of a Lover
An amber-colored liquid filled in the On-the-Rock glass.
And the round ice inside it kept the coldness of the glass.
The only thing that soothes my life is this amber, oaky liquid.
I have lived with many kinds of alcohol since I was young, but I missed this taste so much because I did not drink it unless it was tolerable after marriage.
As he held the glass in his hand and shook it once, he could see the round ice rolling little by little.
This ice won’t even get out of the glass and will eventually melt away.
When he suddenly thought of that, he realized that his body would wear out and disappear in the poisonous liquid.
Just like yourself
In order to forget the old memories that he misses even more than the taste of alcohol, Yura tried to soothe this pain with whiskey today.
And as I got drunk, I was looking back at my mistakes with nostalgic memories.
In this empty house, Yura sat alone in the living room and recalled her past days of being unfaithful to her family.
Even though I was a newlywed at the time of my marriage, I didn’t have much to do at home.
Even though she was pregnant during her honeymoon, the period of being at home on vacation was less than a month.
As the business tax of the Fire Dragon Guild gradually expanded, the work I had to do increased.
From then on, it seemed that her husband her was getting colder and colder.
Since her schedule was so tight that she had to return to work a week after giving birth, Yurin had been getting further and further away from her family since childhood.
I believed that all of my family would understand.
Because I firmly believed that I was working so that my family could live better and be happier.
It wasn’t.
Her husband was so fed up with me that he did n’t open his mouth anymore, and to make matters worse, Yurin, who was too young, did n’t recognize my face her when I returned home after a month .
From then on, I thought of taking care of my family a little bit.
No matter how busy I was, I promised myself to go home at least for the weekend.
Just like that, time passed by.
Why was it?
At that time, I thought I was doing well.
At least I thought of her as a wife who takes care of the family of her.
But her didn’t seem to like it.
Yurin also seemed to have cut off her interest in me from the time she entered school.
Even though they are family, I just endured and endured, thinking that it was only because I did not know what I was doing that made me so cold.
There was one person who saved my heart in the stressful daily life.
It was Suna.
Unlike Yoo-rin, who shows a cold attitude, Sun-ah approached me more friendly than my own children.
That’s why I invited her Min wife and her family to my house every weekend to see Sun-ah’s kind side of her.
From some point on, he came to my house almost every weekend.
It was to the point that I felt more like my own child than Yurin.
That said, it didn’t look like Yoo-rin would be jealous of her Sun-ah her.
Because Yurin seemed to like Suna.
Besides, her husband also wanted a son rather than a blunt daughter.
In this way, Suna was recognized as a precious being in our family.
But the happy times did not last long.
It all started the day before Sun-ah and Yoo-rin got married.
And a month later, a shocking fact was revealed.
Dozens of videos have been found of my daughter Yurin taking her Suna and treating her as a sex slave.
It was a nightmare for me.
A very bad nightmare…
My mouth was watering as I recalled the horrific memories.
He gulped down the remaining whiskey, put on her clothes her, and prepared to leave.
To visit her new drinking buddy, Yura wiped the terrible memory out of her mind with a sip of whiskey.
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After work before marriage, there was one bar I stopped by from time to time.
The bar I used to stop by after work alone was still there when I visited it a month ago.
While sipping on a glass of Royal Shalute to recall her memories of her, I met a foreign friend with a similar personality to mine.
When I first saw his face, I was shocked.
Brown-skinned and blond, he looked like a foreigner I knew.
However, most of the foreigners’ faces looked similar, so it seemed obvious that I was mistaken.
I started to see the entrance of the bar I used to go to often.
When I opened the door of the bar located on the first basement floor, I saw the inside.
Unlike most bars these days, this bar, with only the bar top and table chairs, seemed cramped at first glance.
However, the tables and chairs made of luxurious dark brown wood, and the storage cabinets behind the master are all black, making the drinker’s eyes comfortable.
After checking the inside of the bar with my eyes, I saw the hair of someone I was familiar with.
When I noticed her blonde hair in her, I addressed her to her.
“Grace, you came earlier today too.”
“Are you Yura? You come here every time, too.”
It was very businesslike and hard-tongued, but as she talked to her, she could see that it was her habit.
As if Grace had been drinking first, there was a glass on the rocks in front of her, half full of alcohol.
She also seemed to like whiskey, as if her tastes were similar to mine.
However, the type of whiskey I ordered was different every time, as if I wanted to try various whiskeys.
“Today’s Maker’s Mark. It’s whiskey wrapped in red candle wax… I know it because I’ve had it often.”
The smell of whiskey with a sweet scent was a whiskey I had often drank.
Bourbon whiskey was well known as a ‘feminine liquor’ because of its sweet yet bitter taste.
However, Maker’s Mark is a drink that is mainly sought by men because it has a strong taste that is hot in the mouth with a sweet taste rather than a bitter taste.
I even felt welcome when I saw the drink she tasted for her husband her on her wedding anniversary her.
However, the fact that she got divorced soon came to mind, and the overflowing emotions suddenly came to an end.
“The taste is quite sweet… Not my taste, but still not too bad.”
“Yes, it’s pretty good, right? If we’re going to talk about it, I’ll have a drink too.”
Yura had already had a drink, but when she saw her drinking friend her drinking whiskey deliciously, she immediately wanted to drink.
Besides, she had started drinking whiskey and she wanted to show her new drinking buddy a fantastic taste.
It might be annoying, but since he was a friend who listened to me silently, I thought I wanted to repay him.
With that thought in mind, Yura ordered two shots of Royal Shalute 38 Year Old from her master her.
And she said, setting the glass down in front of her.
“There’s still plenty left to drink, right?”
“Of course, women don’t have separate stomachs to eat and drink, right?”
Grace smiled and said to Yura.
She and I had many similarities.
The things we had in common were that she was divorced from her husband, that she had a daughter, and that she was crazy about whiskey.
It’s been a month since I met her, but when I still think of each other’s old memories and talk, she and her story her don’t even know how time goes by, and I’m going to have a good time.
It was just fun to keep drinking and talking over a drink or two.
As usual, as we drank, Grace spoke to me when the conversation heated up.
It was a serious attitude, not the usual way of reminiscing and sympathizing with the past.
He’s usually serious, but this time it seemed different.
“Are you thinking of going to see her husband now?”
Grace said that her husband passed away shortly after divorcing him.
And since she said she was still thinking of her husband, I knew that she sighed in regret, so I thought I knew what she was trying to say to me.
“I don’t know… Now that we’re divorced… I don’t think he wants to see my face her… I don’t have the guts to go see him.. .”
“Is that so? What is your true intention… Do you not want to meet your husband again?”
“Of course … I want to meet my husband, but … He said he does n’t like seeing my face his … I guess we won’t even see each other again …”
Grace’s words her trying to convince me were tinged with regret about what she had experienced herself.
I didn’t want to regret the same as her.
Of course, her divorced ex-husband won’t suddenly die.
However, it was clear that reuniting with her husband would never happen if things went on like this.
In a situation where I couldn’t do this or that, Grace told me.
“Originally, married life is like whiskey, the first taste is sweet and the aftertaste is bitter… Like this whiskey you ordered… Your husband will surely get tired of the bitter taste.”
“Wait, what do you mean?”
Does it mean that the aftermath of my married life is bitter?
No matter how drunk you are, there are things you can say and things you can’t.
Just as she was about to open her mouth to vent her anger at Grace, she spoke again.
“But those who tasted it once will find it again… To neutralize the bitter taste with a sweet taste… Even knowing that the bitter taste will come again, they will drink it again. As if they were addicted to it. “
“…”
What does she want to say to me
When I looked at Grace, who asked what she wanted to say to Grace, who spoke like her Zen dialogue her, she sighed once and then she continued with me.
“You must have thought that we would never see each other because you showed her bitterness with her with her married life with her. Then she would like to get back into a romantic relationship with him.”
“Love life?…”
“Didn’t you tell me about the days when you first met him? You said that you were happy just being together. Now that you’re retired, the only thing left is time, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go back to those days when you were dating.”
Yura listened to Grace and shook her head.
“Will that be easier said than done?… My husband doesn’t even want to see my face right now…”
“That depends on your efforts… Don’t you hate trying to meet your husband again?… Is your husband just that much of an existence to you?”
When she heard Grace’s words, she swelled up inside her.
I want to be angry, but I don’t know who this anger is coming from.
Is it my anger toward my daughter, Yurin, who caused the divorce, toward her husband who didn’t understand me, or toward Grace, my drinking friend who kept sarcastic in front of me?
But I knew the truth.
The target of this anger was not the three of them, but myself.
When I thought of Yurin’s failure to properly educate her at home and neglect of her family, I couldn’t help but feel angry.
It was a fact that I could know when I recalled that seeing her family’s faces her every weekend was not enough, so she threw away all the time at home to call others to be with her family her.
Because of that, I could see that her husband had lost all affection for me.
Even so, it was my fault when I firmly believed that my husband, who silently accepted everything even when I was busy or difficult during my dating days, would tolerate everything.
“No… Yes… I’ll have to try it once…”
I drank the whiskey in front of me in one gulp and stood up.
When I poured all the whiskey into my mouth, it seemed that the hot energy was welling up inside.
“I think it’s useless if we go in that state, but… Why don’t we go to sleep and organize our thoughts?”
“Ganchana… Ganchana…”
After Yura handed out the card to Master and calculated everything Grace drank, she said to Grace.
“Thank you… Hehe… But now I think I have a rough idea of what to do… Next time I see you… I’ll bring you good news… Then see you next time”
Yura looked as if she was trying to ‘try’ to reunite with her husband as she is now.
Grace couldn’t erase her uneasiness of her as she watched Yura’s back of her as she stumbled out.
And, of course, when she went to her husband’s home her in a drunken state, Yura was beaten by her mother-in-law her.
