Shackled by Marriage

Resistance is Futile

He took a deep breath before smoothening out his black tuxedo. He tilted his head to the side to appreciate his looks and thought, 'This will do.' but there was a fleeting doubt that crossed his face. "What the fuck am I doing?"

"Yes, what are you doing?" Yunhyeong stood behind Jinhwan a few feet away and he only smiled at the death glare the older gave him.

"Why are you still here if you're not even helping?" Jinhwan squinted his eyes as a warning.

Yunhyeong, however, just shrugged his shoulders and approached Jinhwan, pinning a golden insignia that only a few people would recognize. He handed the older an invitation and nodded in satisfaction. "Just so I could see you mull over your predicament. I must say... she got you real good."

Jinhwan harshly snatched the invitation from Yunhyeong's hands. "Mull over my ass!" He headed out the door with a smirking Yuhyeong following closely behind.

🌹 • 🌹 • 🌹

He was still in a state of confusion. Her presence bothered him, so much so that he just had to see her in the flesh. It wasn't hard to find her since he's been doing that almost all of his life. Her creamy white skin and gorgeous face was like a beacon to him. Watching her didn't become just a habit, it became a hobby that he unconsciously does.

It inwardly satisfied him when he saw her dress in black - a color he greatly favors. But seeing how short the dress displeased him. He scanned the room and his blood began to boil at the leering looks other men gave her, his wife.

HIS WIFE.

'Fuck!' He meant ex-wife, as soon as she signs the divorce papers, that is. But to hell and back! She is his wife still and he's ready to gouge out the eyes of those who dare to even touch her. He cracked his neck from side to side and readied himself to approach his enticing wife but as he grew closer, he realized that a crowd had slowly formed around his beloved. 'What in the hell is going on?'

"Look who decided to show up to the party, girls!" Jisoo's voice hiked up a notch, alerting some of the guests inside.

"Unnie, let's just go." Seulgi tugged on Irene's hand.

Irene gave a little smile and squeezed Seulgi's hand. She turned her attention to the woman making a scene. "I don't see why not. I received an invitation just like you."

"Have you no shame, really? The rumors circulating around you are not good, my Dear. I am beyond amazed you still showed your face in public after all that?"

"Well... there's no point convincing you, is there? Besides, I don't really have to. I mean, you're just... you." Irene scrunched her nose in dislike. "But I am curious though, what are these rumors you've heard of me? Do tell."

Seulgi was in panic mode. "Unnie, c'mon!" She whispered while glancing around the people that had gathered around them. It was alright if it were only her but Irene has had enough, she thought. Irene wasn't budging though and she's going mad from trying to avoid commotion.

"Oh, where shall I start? The fact that you claim to be married but no husband to show or that you are having an affair with your bodyguard?" Jisoo obnoxiously laughed. She gasped not a second later and clapped her hands in excitement. "Speaking of... look who showed up! Right on time, Mr. Bodyguard! I was just telling Irene of the rumor about you and... her. Is her husband so inadequate that she turned to you for comfort?"