My CRUEL husband (S1&S2)
1.lost(S2)

***Hi, hello, annyeong 🙃

Sorry well new gaes update now 🙏🙏. I'm in mid-semester and this is also the time heheheh. Hope you guys like yah with "my cruel husband season 2" This is.

I actually hesitate anyway want to continue this because I'm afraid your response is not as excited first again🤧🤧🤧. I hope you guys still support this story well, because this is the story I like the most of all my stories yaang lain🤧🤧.

Hopefully not to disappoint you guys too well, I'm afraid that you guys don't like the second season. But considering there are some who ask this story version of astan's point of view, I was also curious to write how this story version of astan's point of view. So let's both follow the storyline well so obviously🙃🙃.

And one more thing, I again revised this story that season one pray well in order to be revised as soon as possible, I so have to be extra excited because it must be mid, mid,updates and revisions 😅😅sok very diligent well I hehehhehe.

Please pray well so everything is smooth🤧🙏***.

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❄goodbye

    My legs felt very heavy even to just set foot into the house full of memories.But just a few steps I stepped my feet in front of the fence smiling face Dyva I saw. I hate to see that illusion. Dyva my only sister, the single family I have is gone forever.

I feel like I have no reason to survive,I always tried to be a good brother to her no matter how it was even me to desperately work in order to meet her needs.We grew up without parents because both of our parents who died from having the same disease and fortunately we did not go down that disease.

My legs felt limp as I tried to step closer to the door. My gaze was fixed on the garden where Dyva always planted many flowers there.I always feel happy when I see the flowers she planted with all her heart and affection. Because he always said that the beautiful flower resembles the late mother.But why see the flower now is not a smile that is engraved on my lips but a sense of sadness that increasingly gaping imagine he stretched stiff on the ground when these. My sister, the only one I fought for to be happy, now I have to let go back to her. I was selfish until now still can not accept his departure.

And, my tears have escaped this time from the eye fertilizers that can't hold it.Say that I'm not a real man, I can't be patient and I can't be sincere about his sudden departure, he hasn't been here with me for a long time. But why does it feel like it still exists?.

My hand was moved to open the doorknob, Again the shadow of Dyva who was always smiling and laughing that I found in this house. How do I forget?.This is my life now. Alone with a faint heart trying to fight against destiny but unable because destiny first determines.

I tried to throw away the illusion that was worsening my mood.So slowly I stepped up the stairs that were often counted by Dyva when we were riding together.

I entered Dyva's room very slick.He asked me to change the chat room which was originally light blue to pink. Because she is a beautiful and feminine girl.

With a sick heart I looked around his room which now felt empty without the owner. The fantasy girlfriend poster of 9 people in the same clothes and white like cotton that he always adored now looks no longer the same as the k-pop stuff he asked for for me to buy first.

I sat in that cold bed because it was never occupied by my sister Dyva again. I am now quickly tearing these tears.

"Hiks, why are you so gini whiny?" I said with a forced smile.Imagine the moment Dyva is in front of me smiling mocking me while crying.

I smiled towards her who was still silent looking at me with her pretty sparkling eyes.

"Sister doesn't want to be alone, brother lonely hicks." My tears grew more and more as I watched the glorious shadow of Dyva disappear like a dust swept away by the wind.

I inched down from the bed to the floor unable to hold tightness in my chest due to a sense of loss that I could no longer bear. Losing someone who is the only one we have is not as easy as you might think.

Sitting on the edge like I lost hope that's my current position. It feels like life is going to end tomorrow. No light can brighten my day anymore.

I tear my eyes violently as I recall the face of the damned man who had hit Dyva's heart and could no longer be saved.

I'll never be able to forgive that damned man's depraved deeds. I promise to make him suffer more than I do. My brother is lying stiff on the ground and I will do more abominable than that.

Get ready and wait for my revenge that you won't be able to predict. I'll never be sincere about Dyva's departure. Maybe putting you in a holding room won't satisfy me.

I stood with a heart that was already filled with a burning grudge. Closing Dyva's bedroom door with a still-inclined heart then entering my room to rest among the many controversies of life that torment the heart and body.

I lay on the bed trying to close my eyes, not wanting to sleep at all.

Thinking about and planning how exactly I would torture and release this grudge so that I would truly feel satisfied with my vengeance on that damn man.

Until a moment later I began to feel my vision blurred and it was true that I was noble to feel sleepy.

Good night Dyva.

SERIATE....