One day, she stumbled upon an R-rated web novel and started writing in imitation of it, feeling a sense of liberation.
She hadn’t particularly intended to become a writer.
It was just a way to relieve stress.
As a result, she’d haphazardly thrown in clichés that appealed to her, only to abandon them midway, resulting in failed works.
Neither her family nor her close friends knew she wrote web novels.
They were only saved on the laptop she used at home and had never been uploaded anywhere online, let alone published.
Fearing her younger brother, who often came and went from the house, might accidentally see them, she had even password-protected the deep folders, nested several layers deep.
But now, that man was introducing himself as Oh Tae-sik.
It was a story only she knew, and he was a character from a completely fictional novel.
What utter nonsense.
“Does it seem like nonsense?”
Gasp!
With all traces of laughter gone, he glared at Hye-won as if to devour her and spat out his words.
“Me too.
I woke up this morning and found myself in this man’s body, Seo Woo-jin’s.
As you can see.”
“…”
“I know.
Absurd, isn’t it?
I felt the same way.
For a week, I acted like a complete lunatic, I tell you, wondering what the hell was going on.
So I looked into it.
But there was nothing, not even a trace, about Haeju Construction, the second-ranked construction company in the country.
Really strange, isn’t it?”
Madness gleamed in his eyes as he spoke.
“Then you came to mind.
Somehow, I felt you’d be here too.”
At his confident gaze, goosebumps instantly rose on Hye-won’s arms.
Do you call 119 for mentally ill people too?
He’s a patient, a real patient.
Frowning deeply, Hye-won glared at the man in front of her and shook her head repeatedly.
But even though the man was spouting such absurdities, on the other hand, she couldn’t simply dismiss him.
No one knew about the web novel Hye-won had written, so how on earth did this man know?
This question simply wouldn’t resolve itself, and even though she’d concluded he was crazy, she was trembling with anxiety inside.
He called her name chillingly tenderly.
“Hye-won-ah.”
In a terrifyingly sweet voice, as if he would embrace her at any moment, he confirmed his identity once more.
“It’s me, me.
Your ex-husband.”
His tone was meant to be reassuring, but goosebumps once again spread across Hye-won’s neck.