The Engagement Was Broken Off at the Wedding Hall

2 – 1-2. Mr. S Realized He Had Returned

“……..”

The wedding was temporarily halted.

I sat numbly in the chair, staring at the ceiling.

‘Could I really…?’

Come back?

To the wedding, that day I wish I could chew up and swallow whole?

My hands and feet trembling, I took out my phone to check the date–no need.

“Ah…!”

The benefits you get when you join S Corp.

Everything S Corp sells has a 30% discount.

I was so excited and happy I covered everything top to bottom in S Corp’s brand.

And the decisive proof–the Sky 23S Ultra.

“I said I’d buy the latest, best one available, didn’t I?”

Back then, I swore I’d buy a new phone every time one came out.

Yet after getting married, I used this same phone for almost 15 years.

Regardless, seeing the pristine, flawless Sky phone made it really sink in that I had gone back.

As I quietly reveled in this return…

–Thud

“Son-in-law…what’s the meaning of this?”

“….Ah.”

The door opens.

My mother-in-law and father-in-law enter.

“…I know your feelings may be in turmoil. But you can’t do this to my daughter!”

“I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”

My father-in-law’s face turns red.

I bow my head in apology.

It’s okay.

“Even so, this is unacceptable on your actual wedding day…”

“I’m sorry.”

My mother-in-law approaches, trembling.

She comes up to me and bows her head.

It’s alright.

In the end, the two just silently watched me, then retreated.

Leaving with a word to settle my heart when time is up.

–Creak

“Hyun Sung.”

“……….”

“Mother…? And Father too…”

Tap tap, thump thump.

My parents approaching me.

Unable to speak from the joy of seeing my deceased parents again and the shame of the situation.

“…………”

“…………”

“….Alright.”

“…I’m sorry.”

My father said nothing.

Just happy to see me alive.

But he endured, not embracing me right away.

“Hyun Sung.”

“……..”

Mother just gave a faint smile.

What would she say?

I quietly bowed my head, awaiting her words.

“It must have…been hard…huh?”

“!.Mom…!”

Unexpected words.

Mother gently stroked my shoulder.

“I should scold you, but…thinking of how much you suffered under that girl, I can’t bring myself to get angry.”

“Mom….!!”

“Yes. At least you realized now.”

“Ugh….sniff…!”

Mother.

No, my parents knew.

They knew Kim Ji Yeon’s nature.

How rotten that girl’s garbage-like existence was.

And how pitiful it was, watching me bewitchd and abused by her.

My silent father and mother consoling me.

Seeing them, I could feel it.

‘I was a fool.’

God had been telling me all along.

Shouting that being with that woman would be hard.

But I didn’t listen. Stumbling blindly, I just sank into the mire.

By the time I noticed, with no one’s aid,

I was slowly sinking and drying up like an animal in quicksand.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I know I shouldn’t have…!”

“Yes. You should apologize.”

“Sniff…!”

Mother hugging my seated form to her bosom.

I likewise wrapped both arms around mother.

‘…..Good.’

The faint floral scent.

The aroma that calms me.

The hand that consoles me.

“I knew, I did know, but…!”

Ah, I shouldn’t be like this.

My chest feels stuffy.

Tears spill out. Breathing grows difficult.

“Ugh….uuu….!”

Was I always this much of a crybaby?

I don’t think I shed a single tear after the funeral.

Like water flowing again from a dried up spring, tears poured endlessly from my eyes.

I’m crying.

I’m weeping.

I kept bawling for over 10 minutes before finally stopping.

Mother tore off some tissues and put them in my hand.

“You still have to apologize to her.”

“……….”

“However much you dislike her, refusing like that is rude.”

“…….Yes.”

I calmed down a bit.

Apologize.

End it.

I had to conclude this wedding.

“……..Hmm.”

But it didn’t feel right for me to just apologize and end it like that.

Am I the bad one? Am I really a son of a b*tch?

No.

I’m not.

The truly despicable b*tch is right over there.

‘When was my daughter…no, that monster born?’

Clearly about 6 months after we married.

I remember her giving birth around then.

Isn’t that strange?

A baby stays in the womb for at least 10 months.

Premature births may be faster, but that monster wasn’t premature, she was a big healthy baby.

A healthy baby

Popped out after just 6 months.

“Hmm…”

One could say,

She must have gotten pregnant 3 months before the wedding, right?

The funny thing is, that b*tch claimed she had [premarital chastity].

She swore she’d absolutely remain chaste until marriage.

The b*tch who claimed to be an untainted cliffside flower had actually f*cked and sucked that bastard Kyung Soo all over.

“The woman you spent your time, effort, lifespan, everything to obtain…was free to someone else at your most brilliant moment.”

That’s a damn tear-jerking statement.

Oh well, works for me. It’s just the weapon I need to end this wedding.

‘I bet that bastard came to the wedding too.’

If I were him, I would have come.

I got my rival bastard’s wife pregnant with my seed.

Yet he knows nothing and proceeds to marry her?

Believing her bullsh*t about premarital chastity?

Damn, even I can tell that’s a masterpiece.

I shouldn’t think this way, but feels nice knowing that bastard Kyung Soo is getting screwed.

And that bastard probably came to the wedding feeling the same.

“Now where is he…”

I stand up from my seat.

I open the company group chat on my phone.

“What a mess.”

Messages constantly popping up.

Some asking if I’m okay, some cursing me out as trash, all kinds of chaotic chats dizzying my eyes.

And among them, that bastard Kyung Soo’s message was especially amusing.

[Kyung Soo: Hyun Sung, I’m rooting for you.]

“Pfft hahahahaha!”

Rooting for me?

I’ll root for you too.

Since the groom of this wedding is about to become the cuckold.

‘Now where could he be…’

He probably hasn’t left yet.

He has to watch me get wrecked to the end.

[Hyun Sung: Where u at]

[Kyung Soo: ?. U ok?]

[Hyun Sung: I said where]

[Kyung Soo: Why?]

“….Aha.”

A strangely guarded response.

But that makes sense.

Just a while ago I was holding a splendid wedding, then suddenly refused and made a scene, and now I’m texting the one who impregnated the bride.

Seeing it from anywhere, it’s only natural he’d feel I know something.

So it’s reasonable he’d be on guard here.

In that case…

[Hyun Sung: Help me out bro]

[Kyung Soo: ???]

[Hyun Sung: I’m just feeling anxious]

[Kyung Soo: You crazy?]

Yeah, crazy.

But in times like these, crazy is good.

[Hyun Sung: Like Jiyeon always said, marriage is a bad deal for women.]

[Kyung Soo: Where did that come from all of a sudden?]

[Hyun Sung: I got scared thinking I’ll have to be responsible for this woman forever…I thought having my best bud with me might make it better. What, not feeling me?]

[Kyung Soo: Weirdo.]

Well of course.

How many normal people would look at that b*tch and think straight?

That I work myself to death through the year,

My daughter isn’t even my kid,

And my wife is always in other men’s arms, not mine.

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Who the f*ck could keep their sanity after that goddamn nonsense?

“You’ll grant my request…right?”

I sent the message.

Kyung Soo will likely accept.

It’s way more fun for him after all.

Pretending to know nothing, watching the oblivious cuck move toward the woman carrying my seed right beside him?

No way he could resist that. He’s too interested in watching me get screwed.

‘Like with work assignments or overseas postings for example.’

Among the truths I later learned, that bastard had sabotaged me many times.

Especially with overseas postings, I’ll never know the extent he played around while I was away.

When I found a used condom under the bed, I was so shocked I thought I’d die.

…Well, that only happened at first. I stopped reacting later.

“Now–time to start over.”

The wedding.

No, the preemptive divorce from the future.

By the way.

In the bridal waiting room, Kim Ji Yeon is…

“Daddy…!”

“There there, I gave your husband a stern talking to, don’t worry!”

Ji Yeon with eyes brimming with tears.

But notably, not a single tear falls.

Her voice trembles, her eyes glisten, but barely one or two drops come out.

‘…Why?’

Of course.

She isn’t actually sad.

More like indignation, irritation, anger. And various calculations swirling in her head afterwards.

‘He’ll come back for sure. He has to. I made sure of it.’

I trained him with all my might.

Hooked him so he can’t look elsewhere.

And now right before the wedding, he suddenly panics?

He has been a bit overly docile recently.

But this is our wedding, the place of decision.

Even if Hyun Sung has doubts, I just need to sway the people around us to speak convincingly, and that’s that.

If that doesn’t work, I’ll go straight to him and tighten his leash myself. That’s all it takes.

“Could I have…offended Hyun Sung somehow…?”

“Who could dislike our daughter? Don’t worry. I’ll grab him by the collar and drag him here if I have to.”

“Daddyyyy….!”

“Stop crying. You’ll ruin your pretty face.”

So for now, just get ready.

Consider how to use this to get something out of him.

With thoughts like these swirling in her head.

“….Haah.”

Her mother, silently standing behind her, sighed.

As if it had been destined all along.