The Secret Bride's
Episode 123: Choosing to be loyal or betrayal

A man sat looking at the vast expanse of weeds. The windy afternoon, the overcast sky had always been his best friend these few days. His eyes stared right at the wind-blown weed, following the movement where the wind carried him. She's envious. So easy to follow the wind that hit it hard when it was not easy. Some of them were broken and helpless.

Will he be like a weed if he follows the wind? Broken and helpless? But what is broken and helpless like? Then who is he, so that he can be broken and helpless? What kind of status he had, he did not know either. It's just that this feeling of being deceived is why it's so heavy in him. The man thinks a lot.

The man saw the white clouds shift to gray. His big feet led him into a villa in the middle of a vineyard behind a stretch of weeds. He shut the doors and windows. Heavy rain will come soon. Looks old but well maintained, that's the picture of the interior of the house.

He was sitting in the middle of the flower-patterned carpet, in front of him was a small dark brown wooden table. The table is quite simple but it has an expensive price. When he was a child, he once brought it to be sold to collectors of aktik goods but instead of getting money. The owner, his grandfather, pulled his ear and brought him home.

Usut had a mouthwash, the chairman of the antique house owner who gave the table to his Grandpa. When a delinquent teenager unwrapped his luggage, he was shocked and called his best friend. Said that his favorite grandson would sell the gifts he gave. Shame of course, if he recalled the past.

Larry grimaced, he still remembered the naughtiest time of his life. Almost all of his grandfather's antiques he sold out. Feeling guilty he brought the table to the villa he built based on his imagination of his grandfather. This villa is a picture of the grandfather, old but warm. Larry calls him a stubborn, warm old man.

Lightning struck, he had already thought that there would be heavy rain. Rumbling sounds were ringing outside, lightning becoming his playmate. Some people say that rain can cover up sadness. He also does not know, maybe some people really like the rain to be able to suppress feelings. But, to him not so, the rain made him sad. Because women who like it are very fond of rain.

It wasn't quite a week after he came home from Switzerland. It was cold, his heart too. The man he wanted to meet moved around. Hardly got an answer, he was lucky. His name is Sir, Alex. Same name as former coach of Hyuk's favorite football club. That's how people call him, he doesn't know his Korean name. One of the shareholders of Darren's grandfather's good friend, people play an important role both in the company and in the life of his best friend.

Larry remembered. A week ago.

Larry was still in his study. As he thought about where he should look for answers to the questions in his head. There's a message coming into his phone. He did not know the sender because he used a personal number. The message is solid and clear.

'Meet Sir, Alex. Switzerland sp 2077. The answer to your question is there.'

Without a second thought Larry flew to Switzerland.

He did not rest, and went straight to the man called Sir, Alex. The housing is quiet. There are several houses with different styles. As he was descending, one of the houses said '077' he knocked and a 15-year-old woman greeted him.

"Who's looking?" Ketus woman, look at Larry carefully. Feeling like you have never seen a visiting guest, tip matura.

"Does Sir Alex live here?"

"Sir, Alex? Looking for a football coach? It should be in England."

Larry could not believe it, this woman could tell a joke to the person he had just met.

Huh!?

"Who's Bella!?" Shouts the woman from inside.

The woman answered by shouting. "No Grandma, just people asking, she's got the wrong address."

"Oh, who are you looking for sir?" The middle-aged woman came and was behind a woman named Bella.

"Someone named Sir, Alex. Madam." Answer Larry.

"Sir, Alex? Can I know why you're looking for him?"

"I wanted to ask him, maybe he's the only one who can answer my question. You know Sir, Alex? It seems so,"

The old woman let him in. Bella steps aside and gives Larry a way.

Once confused emanating from the look of Bella's face, she just heard the name Sir, Alex.

"Please sit down, Bella please make me a warm drink." Her request.

"No need to bother madam, I just want to ask." Reject Larry politely.

"Sir, Alex is my husband. Kim´s. Too bad, maybe you can't ask freely, "

"You want to ask, I can answer it for you. If I knew." Said smiling.

Long time ago, Larry could only talk. "Do you know Darren?"

The host smiled. A smile that confused Larry.

"It looks like my husband keeps a lot of Hoon's secrets."

"Yes?"

"No, as long as he lives. Many people came to ask about Lee's family. From journalists to clients. Now you come as what?"

Larry doesn't know, Lee's family is famous. "Friends Valerie,"

"You know Valerie? Oh, this is new. What do you want to ask?"

Well, he's right.

"You know Valerie?" Ask Larry back.

"Of course, my husband and I came to Darren's wedding with him. Darren's lucky to marry a woman like her."

Larry clasped the sofa next to him. He wished it wasn't true but the answer led him into the sea. He was just fishing and he got a big fish. Fortunate.

"Oh wait a minute, I have a picture of her second wedding."

He stood in a small cabinet under the TV. He took a photo album and handed it to Larry.

"It's at the very back."

Hearing that, Larry flips the album and opens the final sheet. His eyes were glaring, both of them smiling. Valerie's dress is the last dress made by a famous Dutch designer. He remembered.

Because of that dress Larry flew straight to Holland to get it as a birthday present for Valerie. But someone bought it first. He had no idea that that person was Darren.

"Darren even flew to Italy to meet Hans, who swapped his company stock and a villa on the California coast for a dress. Well even though we know it's appropriate considering this is the last dress before she quit the fashion world. After that she left for the Netherlands to pick up her own dress, whereas at that time Hans promised to send it immediately but her groom chose to take it. It's romantic."

Obviously the woman was smiling. Not for Larry, he nodded and said goodbye to Grace in a hurry to hit Bella who brought drinks for him.

"Sorry, I still have a need, thank you for the banquet and the answer to my question."

Larry disappeared behind the door.

Grace and Bella sighed. "Mom, it doesn't seem right that we're telling grandfather the secret he's keeping."

"If I don't say it, you'll have trouble. Your grandfather never said anything while he was alive, now that he's gone, I only have you. Protecting you is my duty as a parent. Your grandfather will understand."

He gets an ancama, his grandson's life becomes a bet. He better say it, that's the truth.

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