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12. Wonwoo/Mingyu

Wonwoo

"I realize you don't know how this works, Wonwoo," Wooshik snarked, "but Mingyu bought this condo, and as his husband, I have more right to be here than you do. So you need to leave." Wooshik flashed Mingyu a big white smile as he stroked his hands down his chest. "I haven't seen my husband in ages. We need to get reacquainted."

I wanted to roll my eyes just like Wooshik had, but I was too busy glaring at him. I released Mingyu's hand and moved over to stand in front of him.

"He's not your husband." I held up my ring hand. "He's mine."

"Jesus, Wonwoo," Wooshik scoffed. "Don't you know how these things work? You were just a stand-in for me." He tapped his own chest. "I'm the one married to Mingyu. Not you. I know Mom and Dad explained this to you."

"Mom and Dad? You mean the two people that hired a hitman to kill me?"

Wooshik paled. "What?"

"Oh, yes," I said. "Mom and Dad hired someone to kill me." I tilted my head when more blood drained from Wooshik's face. "You didn't know?"

"You're lying," Wooshik whispered as if he almost didn't believe his own words. "They wouldn't do that."

"They did do that, Wooshik." I waved my hand at Fred and Kato. "Why do you think I have bodyguards?"

Wooshik stared for a moment before shaking his head. "Fine, whatever. That has nothing to do with the fact that this is my condo"—he pointed to Mingyu—"and that is my husband. You need to leave."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Mingyu is my husband. I have a nice little marriage certificate and everything."

I ground my teeth together and clenched my hands into fists to keep from reaching for Wooshik when he smirked at me. I wanted to wrap my fingers around his throat and throttle him.

"I signed that marriage certificate." He pointed to himself again. "Me, not you, which means that I am married to Mingyu, not you."

"That may be true, but my name is on the marriage certificate and prenup that were filed with the courts, which means I am the one who is legally married to Mingyu, not you."

"Prenup?"

"Didn't know about that?" I asked. "You should have. Mingyu's attorney brought me the papers to sign before Mingyu and I got married. If you had been the one in the ready room that day, you would have been the one to sign it and you might have ended up married to Mingyu instead of me."

Wooshik stared for a moment and then let out a little laugh, shaking his head. "No, no, there was never a prenup."

"Yes, there was," Mingyu said. "You know there was. We discussed it."

"But you never had me sign one," Wooshik insisted, "I thought you decided against it."

"Hell, no," Mingyu said. "There was always going to be a prenup. I'm not stupid enough to get married without one. You could have been a gold digger or something. I had to protect myself."

"Gold digger!" Wooshik gasped. "I'm not a gold digger."

I snorted at the outrage on his face. "You skipped out on your wedding ceremony, got Mom and Dad to drug my ass so they could switch me out for you, met with a mobster so you could beg him for money, and now you're back trying to take my legally married husband from me so you can live in his fancy condo? What part of that doesn't make you a gold digger?"

Wooshik paled once again, licking his lips. "How did you know about that?"

"About you meeting with Carlos Borelli?"