Doheon remained indifferent towards Cheongyeon until the very end. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Immediately after finishing the conversation with the lawyer who had visited the house in Doheon’s place, Cheongyeon headed upstairs. He took out his suitcase from the dressing room in his room. He open his dresser to pack the clothes and underwear he usually wore. " Fuck… we barely had sex once a month why do I have so much underwear." Cheongyeon muttered as he looked at the over filled drawer. Moon Doheon wouldn’t bat an eye if he was rags or thongs. " it’s annoying." He cursed . He briefly clutched his forehead feeling his head spin." Ah, I feel dizzy." Perhaps his body has weakened over the past ten days. Cheongyeon finished packing in a much calmer pace. Pausing as he was about to zip up the suitcase, " Should I take toner an lotion with me?."… They are expensive skincare, that cost hundreds of dollars a set. Even though I am a failed idol and retired after getting married. I am still a former entertainer after all. What if an article comes out saying my skin has rotted after the divorce? All though he knew no media out let would write about him. He rummaged through the skincare " this should be enough". He said in a broken voice and packed away his skincare. Wiping away the tears he zipped up his suitcase. He thought he didn’t pack much, but the suitcase was bulging outward. It was heavy enough to make him gasp. He was flustered, as he hadn’t lifted anything heavy the past few years. Although he was treated as a nuisance at the house and lived walking on eggshells. Being from a chaebol family meant he always had help with more labor intense activities. He felt strangely unfamiliar with himself now having to do such menial work alone again. Cheongyeon pushed aside the flood of distracting thoughts and stood up. Having not eaten for ten days his body swayed from side to side as he pulled along the suitcase.Still undeterred he went down to the living room on the first floor. He had a nagging feeling that he had left something behind. But he didn’t have time to to check the suitcase. Because he wanted to get out this dreadful and lonely house as soon as possible. " Are you leaving now?" Asked a maid, as the house staff gathered around, glancing at him nervously "Yes." He replied. They rushed to help him as he staggered downstairs carrying his over packed suitcase. However Cheongyeon stopped them. " that’s enough, I’ve finalized everything with the lawyer, so I’m longer part of this house." In truth it would still be a few days before the paperwork was processed. But they both had signed the divorce agreement , they were practically strangers as of today. The lawyer explained normally a divorce would have required a cooling of period of about a month. But since he had received the diagnosis of infertility. Their divorce would not require it and would be processed in ten days. Not sure whether to say it was fucked or or a relief. Cheongyeon laughed inwardly. Since he had firmly stated he had no intentions of seeking divisions , and he had not contributed to the marriage. Their divorce was proceeding at lighting speed. " thank you for everything, goodbye ." He said. "I’ll drive you to your destination" said the driver as he walked to the entrance. The drive hurriedly rushed to grab his Cheongyeon suitcase. " I said I am no longer part of this household!" "Even so the Director would be upset if he knew you left alone like this."replied the driver. "Huh? Why would that bastard be upset ?" Cheongyeon said. The driver flustered by his blunt remark. Understandably so, as for the past three years he had always used proper titles when addressing Doheon, such as husband or Mr. Doheon. This was the first time he had rudely referred to him as " that bastard". A strange mix of pleasure and guilt washed over him. However Cheongyeon cleanly cutting away any guilt that cling to his conscience. Since he was no longer his husband, it was up to him how he would continue to address Doheon." I’ll be fine on my own."Cheongyeon opened the heavy door himself with a groan , he dragged his suitcase out. The stares piercing his back as he walked out stung, but he did care anymore. Because it was all over. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.