The Substitute Wife

CHAPTER 80

The broken screen of the cell phone was too terrible to look at. When his fingertips slid over it, he felt a little pain.

Park Jimin noticed that it was abnormal. He clicked on the screen, entered the six-digit password, and then re-entered Instagram, opening the video that was sent by Bambam once again.

He had watched it, but he was more serious than the first time he had seen it.

He watched it over and over again. Yoon Jane's words resounded throughout the entire office.

Later, without looking at the screen of the cell phone, he could imagine in the video with his eyes closed, what she would do next, what kind of expression she would have, and what kind of words she would say.

He didn't know how many times he had watched it, but he did until the phone was out of power, and it shut down automatically. His ear seemed to be under a curse, still surrounding him with her voice.

"No particular reason, because I don't love him.

"I even feel disgusted when touching him.

"From the beginning to the end, what I wanted was not Park Jimin, but Mrs. Park.

"I wish Park Jimin would come home less... Whenever he comes back, I have to pretend to like him, always being obedient and nice to him... He's my best move so far."

Park Jimin suddenly laughed out loud. As he laughed, he thought of her words again. "I will never bear a child of his."

I will never bear a child of his.

I will never bear a child of his...

Like a wild beast, Park Jimin suddenly lifted his foot and slammed it into the sofa that was nearest him. Then he grabbed the floor lamp placed to its side, lifted it up, and smashed it on the desk.

Valuable, worthless, important, unimportant, as long as he saw it, as long as it could be smashed, everything was destroyed by him.

The sound of destruction in the air was steady for about half an hour, then Park Jimin stopped, out of breath.

The originally clean and tidy office was a mess. The computer had fallen next to his feet in two halves. The landline phone had also fallen and was broken. The receiver had rolled to the door on the other side of the room.

Park Jimin seemed to be exhausted. He moved backward two steps. Leaning against the white wall, he took out a pack of cigarettes and smoked them, one after another. He sucked so hard that the smoke went to his nose, which made him bend down and cough out violently.

When he coughed seriously, there was knocking on the office door. It was probably the secretary, who knew that he was in a bad mood and wouldn't dare to come in. Standing just outside the door, she asked, "Master Park, are you okay?"

Park Jimin tried his hardest to stop the cough and shouted at her, "What's the matter?" Then he found his voice had grown hoarse.

"The people from the Lin company are here." After the secretary reported the work, she went on, saying, "I asked the vice president to receive them and told him that you were a little busy now."

"Okay," Park Jimin responded. He inhaled a breath of smoke. When he spit out a smoke ring, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and he shouted: "Wait a moment."

"Master Park, I'm here."

"Call Jeon Jungkook and tell him not to prepare the things I asked him to."

Although the secretary was curious about what kind of things he had been preparing, she didn't dare to ask, only replying, "Okay."