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I wanted to throw up.

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‘If I don’t spoil you, who will?’ He acted naturally, gazing at me with tenderness, saying ‘I love you so much darling, I don’t need you to do anything for me.’

You have no idea how many times I wanted to hurl when I had to call him ‘dear’. 

If this was a television drama, surely the viewers couldn't help but cringe from head to toes.

What was worse was the way Park Yoochun kept staring at me. He was clearly checking me out even though he already had four wives. That ert was thirty, a decade older than me yet he acted like that. I wanted to punch him. That e! 

At least Jongdae had the decency to give me his jacket. If he wasn’t holding my hand the whole time, I wonder what the creep would do if I wasn’t Jongdae’s wife.  
 

I had hated every single minute of it.

But what else could I do but follow along with my husband's plan? 

I couldn’t afford to be disliked now, can I?

When he came asking for my help, he told me that this deal was very important and it had to be done no matter what. Who am I to reject a request from my 'dear' husband?

In the beginning, I didn’t really get it. 

But as his plan was executed. 

I realized how scary Jongdae really was.

Dolling me up, not just to show off, but also to distract his opponent. He told me to act as docile as possible in order to get his competitor to lay their guard down. His job was to strike them with fear and put them in corners of no return. He really knew how to manipulate people in every situation. 

Dear god, just how is it that this guy is a male protagonist in an Otome game?

Shouldn’t he be a villain instead? 

I really don’t get it. Compared to him, how am I the bad guy in this universe?

“What are you thinking?”

Jongdae questioned, as I finally let go of his hand in the car.

He was observing me. From the very beginning until now, like a predator on the hunt, his gaze did not leave me once.

“Nothing, I was just zoning out.” I said nonchalantly, shifting my sight to the scenery outside the car window.

“Really? And here I thought you would be mad at me?” I found it irritating, the Cheshire grin that was clearly making fun of me.

“What makes you say that? Your plan went through perfectly didn’t it?” I huffed, crossing my arms, not wanting to look at him.

“Of course, from five hundred million down to three-fifty, my strategy is exceptional not just perfect” He said confidently seeming not to care about the lies that he had told. “But it seems that my wife isn’t happy for me at all.”

I didn’t say anything, I just continued to watch the many cars that passed by us. Jongdae, however, didn't really seem to get the hint that I didn’t want to talk to him.

“You must be angry at me for making you lie” He pointed out, playing with a lock of my hair. “The way I dress you up in order to show you off like a trophy. Not only that, but I put you in a situation that wasn’t within your comfort zone. How could you not be mad at me?”

Everything he said hit the target, like a slap in the face. I could feel my face begin to heat up at those words.

I was mad alright.
Even though I understood everything, I still couldn't stand it.

I knew about his lies. I knew he was using me.

And yet, I let him use me so easily.
He knew about everything