Sin City ( Chaesoo G!P 18+ ) ✅

Chapter 23

I've fallen so hard and so fast into this ditch and I couldn't seem to climb out. Jisoo was this womanizer and she knew exactly what to say to make me question my actions and my past. I didn't know what I was doing? I didn't have the right to be upset about her past, or even her present for that matter.

I knew that Jisoo had been sexually involved with a lot of women. But physically seeing Joy who was as dropped dead gorgeous as a goddess in her apartment a while ago, hurt more than I ever thought it would.

That realization alone made me feel stupid and guilty.

I was married.

Several days ago my life was mapped out. I knew exactly what I wanted. Where I was going and now I was self-destructive. I was having an affair. I was lying to Chanyeol. I should've just left Jisoo alone and let her live her life with a woman who was available to her. I should've stopped betraying Chanyeol. Stopped making a mockery of our marriage. Stop hurting Jisoo and myself right then and there but I couldn't. I didn't want to. Now, that I thought about it, not being able to see Jisoo ever again hurt more than anything.

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I knew that it would be a mental hassle to go home and pretend as if a shift hadn't taken place in our relationship. Pretend that I was a good wife. Pretend that I hadn't betrayed my husband in the worse possible way. This thing with Jisoo didn't happen just once. It warped into an actual affair. Even though I knew that it was wrong I couldn't stop. I wasn't ready. Hell, I don't want to. So, I would do my best to keep this secret to myself until I was ready to whatever takes place between us.

Usually, when Chanyeol came home dinner everything was already prepared and sitting in the oven. So, it wouldn't be cold when he eventually arrived home. That day though, was running behind because I spent most of the day with Jisoo, and then trying to escape the quarrel between herself and her girlfriend or fuck-buddy whichever.

I prepared one of Chanyeol's favorite dishes steak, baked potatoes, and asparagus. I uncorked a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and poured myself a glass, and I swallowed the entire glass before pouring a second. As I poured the third, Chanyeol made his way through the front door. Chanyeol pressed his lips against mine as he sat his Hermes briefcase -that I bought for him last Christmas- on the floor near the sofa.

happened at the grocery store as I stored the food in the fridge.

I was sulking thinking about Jisoo. Wondering what a normal relationship with her could be like. I doubt she ever had a substantial relationship. I would bet that she has been steadfastly single her entire life. What would be the purpose of dating someone who doesn't even want to get married? What kind of person doesn't want to get married? I, mean what's the alternative? I wondered who or what had hurt her. I wondered about her past, her parents, her childhood. I wondered what turn of events, or persons made Jisoo the woman she was.

I found myself wandering aimlessly through the aisles trying to decide what to cook Chanyeol for dinner when my eyes caught on the rows of pasta noodles in aisle 7.

"Roseanne?"

A voice called making me drop several boxes of pasta noodles. I looked up and noticed Sehun, Chanyeol's best friend. It was a hard task to not roll my eyes or run in the opposite direction.

"Sehun, " I said.

Clumsily, I kneeled to pick up the boxes of pasta. He reached down and picked up the last remaining box. "Thank you.

"Your welcome, " he said curtly.

His Prada loafer smacking against the time as he sharply cut the distance between us. He straighten the lapel of his suit and crossed his arms. He was studying me with cold eyes that offset the charcoal black of his hair. I stacked the boxes back on the shelf and presumed to not look as clumsy as I felt. Sehun was Chanyeol 's roommate back at college and they were still best friends. I didn't much like him and I believed he felt the same about me.