My Mr. Arrogant

chapter 7 - the big shock

Park Leah's POV
As I turned back, my eyes locked with hers, a girl in her mid-twenties. She had an air of confidence about her, with long, slender legs that seemed to go on forever. Her complexion was so flawless it could rival a porcelain doll, accentuated by heavy makeup. You could tell how slutty she is with the skimpy dress she has on.

Intrigued yet repulsed, I found myself involuntarily scanning her from head to toe, with pure disgust written all over my face.

I couldn't help but scoff and shake my head in disbelief. "Is she the reason why you're dismissing me?" I shot a deadly glare at my husband, trying to hold back tears. How could he publicly shame me like this? After all, I was his wife, for God's sake! My thoughts screamed in silent agony.

Jimin arched an eyebrow, his body language conveying a clear message: "What are you waiting for? Leave."

My disbelief deepened. "Does she even know you're married?!" I retorted, anger quivering in my voice.

The audacious slutty temptress walked towards my husband, confidently seating herself on his lap. I felt a sense of desolation wash over me as Jimin made no effort to push her away.

"He's here with me because you obviously couldn't keep him," she said, smirking slyly while crossing her arms.

My legs weakened, unable to support the emotional weight of her words. I used a nearby chair to steady myself.

"Why are you acting like there's something between us?" Jimin's voice dripped with contempt as he addressed me. "Remember our agreement not to interfere with each other's affairs. So, if you're done, get out!" He pointed decisively towards the door.

I couldn't believe the humiliation I was enduring, the denial, and now this mistress. Jimin was enjoying her company despite my presence, and the embarrassment was unbearable.

Refusing to show weakness, I forced myself to leave his office. My footsteps felt like a countdown of my shattered pride. I closed the door behind me, feeling utterly lost and confused.

The secretary, offering a feigned concern, asked, "Are you okay, Mrs. Park?" I knew her sympathy was insincere. With a nod, I made my way to the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor. As the doors opened, I could sense the hushed conversations and furtive glances from the office workers. I smiled, knowing they wouldn't dare confront me personally. With my head held high, I walked out of the building, determined not to let this humiliation define me.

As I walked out of the company, I turned back for one last glance before staggering forward. The chilly evening air bit at my skin, and I longed for the comfort of my black Mercedes Benz. As it pulled up, my loyal driver, Mr. Liam, rushed to open the door, but I waved him off. Today, I didn't feel like going back home.

With a sigh, I handed him my bags, refusing his worried insistence to follow me. Mr. Liam had always treated me like his own daughter.

I continued to stagger along the road, the world taunting me with its amorous couples, hands intertwined. It was a stark reminder of my own failed marriage, and I couldn't help but scoff at the thought of my husband.

Seeking solace, I stopped at a nearby bar, thankfully not too crowded. "Three bottles of soju, please," I ordered, raising eyebrows from the bartender as he fetched my request.

One shot, then another, I downed the soju. Frustration boiled within me, and I couldn't contain it any longer. "Who does he think he is?!" I yelled, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar.

"I've put up with this for too long! He's nothing but a recycled trash can!" I continued to vent, uncaring of the stares around me.

"Ma'am, if you keep shouting like this, we'll have to ask you to leave," a worker calmly warned me.

"Oh... you... want to kick me out too..." I slurred, my words becoming unintelligible.

They escorted me out of the bar as I cursed at anyone who dared to silence me. Staggering down the street, everything started to blur.

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Park Jimin's POV

After a tiring day at work, I drove my Lamborghini truck back home, eager for some peace. I took a refreshing cold shower, relishing the solitude. It was quiet, and I hadn't seen Leah since my return, but I couldn't be bothered. It was already 8 pm, and I prepared to retire for the night when a sudden knock on the door disrupted my tranquility.

I was about to unleash my ruthless anger, but the maid's trembling voice halted me. "Sir, we have a big problem."

"Come in and explain," I ordered, staring at her with an icy gaze.

"Miss Leah is nowhere to be found," she stammered, avoiding eye contact.

"What? What about her driver?" I asked, showing some concern, knowing I was responsible for her.

"He went out this morning to look for her, sir," she replied. "She left the office early and ordered him to go home, but he insisted, and she refused."

"Morning?!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the room. I dialed Leah's number, but it was unreachable.

"Damn it!" I cursed. "Why is she so reckless and carefree?"