𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥

𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 2

I shouldn't have went to lunch with her. I should've followed my better instinct and went home. I shouldn't have gotten myself entangled in this fucked up three-way relationship.

As my lunch with Ruka replayed repetitively in my head, I wondered why I didn't defend myself or cause a commotion. I allowed her to defile my marriage.

I actually found myself second guessing one of the few things. I put my heart and soul into my marriage. Just when I thought this couldn't get any worse. There it went spiraling even further out of control.

My problem wasn't just that Ruka and I had amazing chemistry but the fact that when I was around her, I wasn't myself. I became this oversexed, needy, submissive person.

While Ruka was the dominant sex god I'd always fantasized about. She was the power player and I was virtually powerless. Ruka was merely a fantasy. The fantasy had ended but she still wanted to play. So did a part of me.

What I needed was to get back to my reality: Sunghoon.

Sunghoon said he wanted to know every detail of what happened during my night with Ruka. In order to move on, I needed to tell Sunghoon the entire truth. That's what I would do.

I would be a big girl and tell Sunghoon everything that happened. Then I could move forward with my relationship. I hoped I could tell him the truth.

When Ruka finished speaking back at lunch, I was completely mute and brain dead. I couldn't even remember spurting a sassy comeback to her ridiculous confession.

I only remembered her paying for lunch and kissing me on the forehead before she excused herself. At least we hadn't touched each other but what she wanted was so much worse.

After several minutes of solitude to compose myself and my thoughts,
I removed myself from the table and returned Rora's call. Only to be forwarded to her voicemail.

I found myself shuffling through the merchandise at Barney's; one of my favorite stores. Seeing as I had an unhealthy obsession with shoes, it was my go-to for retail therapy. I should've been having a mental melt down but the shoes stopped my thoughts cold.

Christian Louboutin, Lanvin, Giuseppe Zanotti, Manolo Blahnik, Valentino, Saint Laurent. Who could think logically in the presence of such beauty and craftsmanship? I had to find my way out of this store before I found a pair I absolutely must purchase.

I mentally cursed myself as my eyes settled and then widened on a pair Lanvin sandals. Before I could stop myself I was at the counter with three pairs of fabulous shoes that I didn't need but couldn't help but purchase.

The woman at the counter rang up the shoes as my phone buzzed.

"Sunghoon?" I answered.

"Where are you?" He asked barely able to contain his excitement. "I need to see you."

"I just left Barney's."

"I'm coming to get you. Don't leave. Okay?"

"I won't."

I maneuvered through a crowd of pedestrians and found myself on a bench soaking up the sun on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Despite the scattered thoughts in my head, I couldn't deny the effects of a glorious day in Seoul.

The sun was shining and there was a light breeze providing the perfect weather to truly enjoy being alive and well.

There was bumper to bumper traffic. Cars and yellow taxi cabs were honking back and forth at each other.