
Chapter 16: Min Seola - Flashback
Since meeting with Im Hyun Seong, two days ago a feeling of anxiety always appeared. Hyun Seong my ex-husband, I don't know that bastard doesn't deserve to be called human.
I married Im Hyun Seong for a blind date at Cafe 30's. Not a pleasant meeting, not a cold one. Our communication is limited.
I was 29, and she was 2 years older than me. Hyun Seong in his flamboyant style captivated me at first sight. I love his no-nonsense style of getting me married and introducing me to his family. Like getting a treasure, I'm a poor girl marrying a guy from a business family, the Chaebol 7th generation Im family.
I thought I'd be rejected by her family when I told her I was from an orphanage and working in a slum when I wasn't even 15. To be expected, his family seemed ordinary. No scorn or praise, what kind of family is this? I thought at the time.
"I don't want to date and stuff, I'm mature enough to get married. Tomorrow I'll send someone to move your things to my apartment" he said.
As Hyun Seong wished, the next day his men vacated my residence and moved to Hyun Seong's house.
"I only invited 100 people to our wedding, write down the names of your friends the rest of whom I'll write to my relatives" Hyun placed a stack of beautiful white dove invitations.
At the wedding, Bitna and Bora were unceasingly saying they were jealous of me. Bitna and Bora are my college friends, we both take employee classes to be able to go to college while working.
"Good Seola-ya, hmmm you were married before you turned 30. I really envy you" Jung Bora said.
"Wahh, getting married at this age is my dream," Ok Bitna said tearfully.
I don't know if I should be happy or sad. This marriage was going on so fast, that it felt too easy for me. Is this the reward of my misfortune all this time?
"It's a credit card, use it to buy your needs" Hyun Seong said.
The man was a workaholic, and almost at all times was surrounded by beautiful women. Where do I know that from? Of course, from the event that is often held among business people and poor me, this cannot prevent these women. Our marriage was known only to business people and I didn't demand more than that.
Since childhood I have been quite content with a little kindness and care. I am the same now. I was afraid that if it was too greedy, Hyun Seong would leave.
Two months after getting married, Hyun Seong set up a new business in Germany and moved away.
"I'll run the business for six months to a year of experimentation. It's a pilot project, so I'll stay in Germany as long as the project goes. If you're tired of having your friends stay at home" Hyun Seong said.
His words clearly showed that he did not want me to interfere with his business. For a year I kept hearing from the birds that she was dating Asian girls who lived there.
Come to think of it, our relationship doesn't make sense. Hyun Seong has only dated me twice, nothing special. Just eat at a fancy restaurant and talk about a wedding. More precisely Hyunseong spoke to himself without asking my opinion.
After marriage, I moved to JBTV one of the largest advertising companies in Korea as a copywriter.
Time passed until I finally found Im Hyun Seong sitting in the television room of our apartment.
"You're home?" I asked.
After a year of minimal news, Hyun appeared like a ghost of course it was difficult for me to be mediocre.
"This is a divorce file. Return the file after you sign it" he said coldly.
I look like a fool. My expression hardened, holding back the sad and disappointed. I took the file and took a quick look at it.
"Is there a third person?" I asked slowly.
"Nothing" he answered coldly.
"Then" I said again.
"Sign and I'll give you a lot of treasure" he said quickly.
I don't know. The contents of the divorce papers I can't understand, I remember someone once told me marriage and divorce only happens if men want it. Where is justice for women?
I looked at Hyun Seong, his eyes looking at me sharply. The man did not seem to feel guilty. Without much questioning I decided to sign the file and left Hyun Seong alone in the room.
All night long I kept thinking about my mistakes for this one year and all my flaws. My thoughts pulled me back into my background until our marriage.
From the beginning this was a bedtime story.
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