The Unwanted Husband (English Ver.) Seulrene

Chapter 38

Seulgi's POV

I woke up when I felt someone touching my face. "Urghh," I groaned.

I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that the ceiling I saw was unfamiliar. What happened? The last thing I remember, I was in the car. My head hurts, and my whole body aches.

Since earlier, I've been trying to move my body and my hands, but there's something stopping me. Why can't I move freely?

"You're awake!" I quickly turned to the speaker; it's Irene, and I'm puzzled as to why she's here. As far as I remember, she wasn't with me.

"I know you're curious, Hon. I'll explain everything later, don't worry. For now, I want you to open your mouth." She must have noticed my confusion.

Although I'm puzzled, I follow her instructions. I don't know why she wants me to open my mouth.

She smiles and feeds me. I'm taken aback when she kisses me to help me eat. I swallow the food in surprise, and she deepens our kiss, leaving me wide-eyed.

She ends the kiss with a pop, and our saliva mixes, dripping down her neck. She licks her lips and smiles again. "It's good, isn't it?" she says with a grin while wiping her mouth.

I'm speechless. Why has she become so forward? I have to admit she's still attractive, and it seems like nothing has changed from before. But she wasn't like this before; what happened to her?

She continues to feed me, occasionally repeating the surprising kiss but mostly just feeding me. "Why aren't you saying anything? Did you lose your voice?" she asks.

I don't know why, but maybe it's because of what she did earlier; I can't speak.

She caresses my cheek. "Hon, say something. Are you okay?" Her voice is soft, and I feel her concern. Her soothing voice makes me want to sleep again.

"I-I, water, please." I don't know why the words won't come out of my mouth. Her eyes are entrancing.

She chuckles and moves away to get some water. I reach for the glass she gives me, but then I remember, I can't move my hands.

"Oops, my bad! I tied you up, didn't I? Let me help you with that." She feeds me the water herself, and that's when I realize my entire body, even my legs, is bound to the chair.

"I know you have a lot of questions, so let's add some more. Let's start," she says, sitting on my lap with a roll of tape in her hand.

I furrow my brow. "What's the tape for?" I ask, bewildered.

She smirks. "Nice question, it's for you, Hon. You know, you have a tendency to interrupt me when I talk, so this is my solution."

I'm about to protest when she tapes my mouth shut. "All you have to do now is listen to what I have to say. Your time to talk is up; you've had your chance. Now, it's my turn," she says, leaning in and wrapping her arms around my neck. "You have to listen to me, Hon. How can we fix our relationship if you're always jumping to conclusions and not listening to me?"

"Like I said before, whether you like it or not, you are stuck with me, with us rather."

What does she mean? She keeps saying "us," has someone else been with her all along?

"I'll start from the beginning. You better listen," she says with a deep sigh.

"Yes, I did cheat on you when we were married, technically we still are. I mean, I cheated when I didn't love you yet."

"I did that on purpose to forget the pain Bogum caused me. I couldn't accept that you agreed to marry me, knowing that I loved our ex-best friend."

"I'm sorry, I'm only human, I'm not perfect. I chose to show you whenever I kissed a man or went on a date, hoping it would hurt you and be the reason for us to break up."

"But with every man I kissed or dated, I gave myself only to you. I made sure to wipe my hands or lips immediately to avoid their germs. You probably don't remember that because you were often drunk, and I also took the opportunity to make something happen between us."

Something happened between us? When did that happen? Did I drink so much that I can't remember?

"But I'm not sorry for the result because it gave us a handsome, cute, intelligent, and smart child; Iseul."

Iseul is our child? He's not Bogum's? What? I thought he was Bogum's.

She gently taps my cheeks. "So, I don't know where you got the idea that Iseul is Bogum's child. Isn't it obvious that he's ours?"

"Look at his features; he looks just like you. He didn't inherit anything from my beautiful face, it's all you. From his eyes, to the shape of his face, his lips, and nose, he got it all from you."

"Hon, even his personality is all you. Imagine, I endured nine months of pregnancy, and all he got from me is his intelligence." She smiles.

I can't argue with that; Irene is undeniably smart, and she wouldn't be successful in the business world if she wasn't.

She strokes my cheek again. "But I'm glad he looks like you. During the times you weren't with me, he became my source of strength, the reason I wanted us to be a complete family."

"I want to fulfill our son's wish to see his dad. I want him to grow up with both of us raising him. Hon, he may not say it, but I know our son. He's sad every time he sees his classmates with complete families. Can we do that for him? Can we give it to him?" Tears are streaming down her face.

"Why did you leave me so suddenly? Did I do something wrong? I know I pushed you away when I saw Bogum again, but believe me, I needed time to think." She sobs.

My heart still aches when I see her cry. I thought I could resist her, but I can't. I don't want to see her cry because of me.

She lightly slaps my chest. "Why? Why?! If you think I chose Bogum, you're wrong. I already told you, right? I love you so, so much!"

"You could have told me if I did something wrong instead of leaving me. I also thought about it; maybe leaving me was my punishment for what I did to you."

She gazes deeply into my eyes, tears still falling. "I'm sorry for cheating, for not appreciating your efforts, for hurting you, for being selfish, and for not saying I love you before. I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"Hon, let's fix this, please! Let's fix our family. I need you, our son needs you. We're a married couple, it shouldn't be a decision made by one; it should be both of us."

I want to hug her right now. I was stupid; why did I jump to conclusions so quickly? I should have asked her instead. If I had, we might not have reached this point.

She's right; I shouldn't make decisions without hearing her opinion. I'm used to making decisions for myself, and I didn't think about the fact that I'm married.

As they say, communication is key, and we lacked that, or rather, I lacked that. We both made mistakes and failed each other.

Without hesitation, I try to break free from the restraints and remove the tape from my mouth. Once I succeed, I hug her tightly. "You don't have to say sorry; I'm the one who was wrong. I should have listened to you. Forgive me. I'm sorry, Irene."

I gently stroke her back to comfort her. She's crying into my chest, clinging to my shirt.

Minutes pass, and she finally stops crying. "I won't accept your apology," she says, sniffing and wiping away her tears with my shirt. "I'll only accept it if you make love to me, my dearest Hon. Please, make me yours again. Take me—take my heart and soul."

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