Chapter 2

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Vincenzo's POV

It's the best night I ever have. I can't even remember how many times we come. We're strangers, and till now I can't believe we've given our innocence to each other.

It's already 4 am when we ended our passionate night. I haven't had a sleep yet and I can't. I have to get out of here before she woke up. I truly felt bad about her but I don't have a choice.

But before that I examine and memorize every part of her. She's so beautiful, like a goddess, I can't find flaws. I felt my pants narrowed but I can't, it not been 30 mins since we do the deed. "Damn it Vin, self control okay?!" I cursed myself inside for several times but no avail. My body seems to gone abnormal.  Then I forcedly went to my room. The right one.

I was about to have breakfast downstairs when I heard a commotion. I don't care about other's business but I couldn't help when I saw her.

Photos of us last night are scattered everywhere on the floor. I silently panic, I quickly scanned every photo. My brows furrowed as I noticed that my face are not seen in every photo. It seems like someone deliberately took these.

"Hah. I thought your a decent woman. I can't believe you're this slutty!" The man said furiously with disgust.

The woman I share bed last night held back her tears since she couldn't deny it.

"Stop it oppa! It just she drank too much and made a mistake!". Sudden statement of the woman beside her.

"Oppa... mianhe" she said with disheveled appearance as she walked close to the man. But the man push her violently causing her head to bled.

"Hyerin-a, help me..." the weak woman plea to her friend.

"Help you? You think you deserve that? Oppa faithfully waited for you but you abandoned Tae Goo oppa for some radom guy. How shameless you are!" The woman hastily said and left.

She look so miserable now. I pitied her.

After some hesitation I decided to help her to get up but a sudden phone call rejected the idea.

Chayoung's POV

Different types of gazes are on me, I don't care. What matters me now is my Dad. I hurriedly went to hospital. My heart pounding so heavy. On the way I have already a premonition why dad sickness triggered again. I blame no one but me. I shouldn't have slept with that stranger. I should have ran yesterday. Though I know there's someone who plotted on me, I haven't given any thought anymore. 

It's my fault...

Tears streaming down my face as I ran to the hospital hallway. Negative possibilities started to envelope me. I really can't imagine my life without dad. Especially haven't said yet that I've forgiven him.

Unfortunately like my assumption Tae Goo oppa and Hyerin are here.

Nevertheless dad matters more to me. I ran to the nurse for inquiry. "Nurse! Nurse! Where's Hong Yoo Chan? I'm her daughter!" I asked hysterically but the nurse just lower her head and lead me to room where dozens of corpse lined up.

Sharp pangs in my heart froze me. I suddenly can't feel my legs but I still force myself to be strong. However what the nurse said instantly made my soul left me. "Hong Yoo Chan, 64, died at 9:34 am due to cardiac arrest. I am very sorry, we've done our best. Sorry for your loss."

My mind seems like lost its power to comprehend that took me time to understand what the nurse said.  As I left alone in the room I cried out to my lungs. Repeatedly mumbling my father's name.

"Appa... appa mianhe. Appa I'll marry Tae Goo oppa like you want me to do. Appa I'll be a good girl hm? Just don't do this to me please... Appa I'll come back to our home okay? Just open your eyes please.." I talk to dad with full of regrets.

"It's all your fault!" I cry out more when I heard someone behind me said this. But I didn't expected that a slap would land on my face. "For Appa and Tae Goo oppa! You're such a vicious woman! I really can't believe you can do this. You're such a great pretender and a murderer!" I felt numb and puzzled when Hyerin called my father as appa. Did I hear it wrong?

Ps. It's my first time writing a story I hope u like it. Sorry for some grammatical errors

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