He wouldn’t even be surprised at all when I said I was Yumi’s boyfriend.
Clearly, he knew exactly who I was. After all, on Yumi’s phone, whether it was the lock screen or the wallpaper—it was all my picture.
But that didn’t stop him from collapsing into Yumi’s arms, crying. "Yumi, how dare he hit me? My chest hurts so much…"
After saying that, he started rolling his eyes.
Yumi didn’t even bother about me apologizing; she helped Ryan into a car and drove straight to the hospital.
Before leaving, the way he looked at me was so cold and distant that I stood frozen in place for a long time.
I didn’t even know how I ended up at the hotel.
Soaking in the warm bathtub, my entire body still felt icy.
Shivering, I used my resources to investigate Ryan’s background and also checked all of Yumi’s information since she went abroad.
While waiting, Yumi kept calling me incessantly, but I rejected all her calls.
She sent me messages again.
[Yale, why are you so unruly? Why can’t you rein yourself in even after going abroad? This isn’t like back home—no one here will indulge your spoiled temper!]
[As your future wife, it’s my duty to make you fully aware that mistakes come with consequences!]
[Get lost!]
I didn’t even want to say the word breakup to her. She was not worthy.
My phone vibrated. Files about Yumi since she went abroad kept arriving. Even though I’d steeled myself, I was still furious enough to smash a wall.
Yumi had only been abroad for four months. But she and Ryan had already been living together for three months. That meant less than a month after we split, she was already with that scumbag.
I didn’t hesitate to call Anne. “Bring your mercenary squad! Right away!”
"Yes, sir!"
But before Anne could get there, the police burst in and took me away.
A real man didn’t let himself be wronged lightly, so I cooperated completely and went with them. As I stepped out, I slipped on a banana peel at the doorway and tumbled forward into a cop.
The next second, my hands were cuffed behind my back.
They forced me to the ground and a woman who looked strikingly like Ryan pressed her foot onto the back of my hand, grinding it repeatedly.
Pain shot through me and tears streamed down my face as I tried to explain. “I slipped… it was an accident…”
But the woman squatted down, pulled out a gun and slammed the butt hard against my mouth.
The metallic, bloody taste instantly filled my mouth.