AJIN'S PERSPECTIVE —
The moment I burst through the surface of the pool, a scream tore out of my throat—raw, cracked, almost feral. My lungs burned for air, my hair clung to my face like seaweed, and the freezing water dripped down my eyelashes in thick trails. But what scared me most was the tremor inside my own chest.
I wasn't shivering because of the cold.
I was shivering because of him.
Because of what I remembered.
Because of what I finally understood.
My vision was red. Red like the bruises from my childhood. Red like my father's rage. Red like the way Myun-hyuk's eyes turned when he whispered that I should "obey."
I dragged in a breath—shaky, uneven—and pressed a trembling hand to my chest.
"Why… why…" I whispered to myself, not knowing whether I was asking the water, the sky, or the ghost of my own father.
That was when I heard footsteps pounding against the patio tiles.
Rushed. Desperate. Familiar.
"AJIN!"
Junseo's voice—shocked, breathless—cut through the ringing in my ears. Before I could turn, he was already beside me, dropping to his knees by the edge, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me halfway out of the water. His warm hands contrasted painfully with the icy pool water draining from my clothes.
"What are you doing, Ajin?!" he demanded, his tone cracking with fear.
I could feel him trembling—he was trembling for me.
I forced my head up. My hair stuck to my face, my lips tasted like chlorine and blood where I had bitten them underwater. I stared at him with eyes I knew were inflamed and wild.
"Huh…" I exhaled, a bitter laugh forcing itself past my throat, "…why don't you show up after my death?"
His brows shot up, stunned.
But I pressed my lips into a straight, trembling line, refusing to break in front of him.
Not again.
Not after everything.
The words tasted sour—like betrayal, like exhaustion, like every moment I had waited for someone to save me but ended up standing alone in every disaster.
My fingers dug into the tiles as I leaned closer, my wet breath brushing against his shirt.
"You should ask yourself that, Junseo," I whispered, my voice low, hoarse, almost cracking. "You only come running when I drown. Not when I'm dying while still alive."
My chest tightened painfully after saying it.
The truth hurt.
The truth always hurt.
The water dripped from my fingertips like the seconds I had wasted hoping for anyone—anyone—to pull me out before I sank too deep.
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Ajin stood dripping at the poolside, every breath ragged, her soaked hair clinging to her face like strips of ink. Her entire body trembled—not from the cold water, but from the shock, the humiliation, the memory of hands pushing her beneath the surface. Her chest burned. Her eyes stung. Rage coiled inside her like a living thing.
Before she could process anything, heavy footsteps thundered across the marble.
"Ajin!"
Junseo skidded to her side, grabbing her shoulders, pulling her upright before her knees could buckle. His hands were shaking. His breath uneven. "What are you doing? What happened—why were you in the water like that?" There was fear in his voice, real fear, the kind he never showed anyone.
Ajin stared at him with eyes that gleamed red—raw, furious, exhausted. Her lips curled into a crooked, broken smile.
"Huh… why do you show up now?" she murmured, her voice sharp and hollow. "Why don't you show up after I'm dead?"
Junseo flinched, taken aback. "Ajin—"
But her expression twisted, suddenly, unnervingly. The bitterness fell away, replaced by a mischievous, almost taunting laugh. It was wrong—soft, sweet, and poisoned at the same time.
"Now you saw, didn't you?" she whispered, stepping closer. "Now you finally saw how your precious husband treats me?"
Junseo clenched his jaw. "Ajin… listen. If he's doing this, you need to leave him. Divorce him. Cut him out. I'm telling you—if you stay with him, he'll destroy you. He—"
"Divorce?" Ajin cut in sharply. "Do you think I married him out of love? Out of some pathetic fairytale dream?"
She scoffed. "Junseo… you still don't understand me."
Her voice lowered—dangerously calm, trembling with emotion and a hint of madness.
"I married him with a purpose. Because my life was already falling apart. Because you dragged my past into the light. Because everything I built… every little thing I thought I could hide… you exposed it. And then you call me jealous? You pity me?" She laughed again—empty and sharp as broken glass. "Do you even understand how much you ruined?"
Junseo's brows knit, pain flickering in his eyes. "Ajin, that's not—"
"But it is."
Her smile hardened. "You exposed the truth about me. You brought me back into the hell I escaped. And you think I didn't notice how you acted when I got attention? When people admired me? You were jealous, Junseo. You always were."
He opened his mouth to protest, but Ajin continued, voice rising like a storm swallowing the sky.
"So yes," she hissed, "I married Myun Hyuk to take back control. To enjoy what I deserve. To climb out of the filth my life became. To get power. Attention. Luxury. Everything I should've had. Everything I want."
She slapped his hands away from her arms, stepping out of his reach with a cold flick of her wrist.
"And after what he did to me today?" Ajin smirked—resolute, dangerous. "Do you think I'll run? Hide? Shrink like his ex-wife did?"
Her eyes blazed—feral, bright, terrifyingly alive.
"I am not her," she said slowly.
"I won't break. I won't be obedient."
"And I will make Myun Hyuk regret every single thing he's done."
Junseo stared at her, horrified. "Ajin… after everything—after seeing how dangerous he is—you still want to confront him?"
Ajin turned her head slightly, sunlight catching the water dripping from her lashes like diamonds.
"So what?" she whispered.
"You think I'm any less dangerous?"
The air around her shifted—darker, colder.
"I can be worse," she added, her tone soft but deadly. "Much worse."
Then she walked past him, leaving wet footprints trailing behind her like a path of warning.
Every step was slow. Deliberate. Controlled.
She never once looked back.
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Ajin stood dripping at the poolside, every breath ragged, her soaked hair clinging to her face like strips of ink. Her entire body trembled—not from the cold water, but from the shock, the humiliation, the memory of hands pushing her beneath the surface. Her chest burned. Her eyes stung. Rage coiled inside her like a living thing.
Before she could process anything, heavy footsteps thundered across the marble.
"Ajin!"
Junseo skidded to her side, grabbing her shoulders, pulling her upright before her knees could buckle. His hands were shaking. His breath uneven. "What are you doing? What happened—why were you in the water like that?" There was fear in his voice, real fear, the kind he never showed anyone.
Ajin stared at him with eyes that gleamed red—raw, furious, exhausted. Her lips curled into a crooked, broken smile.
"Huh… why do you show up now?" she murmured, her voice sharp and hollow. "Why don't you show up after I'm dead?"
Junseo flinched, taken aback. "Ajin—"
But her expression twisted, suddenly, unnervingly. The bitterness fell away, replaced by a mischievous, almost taunting laugh. It was wrong—soft, sweet, and poisoned at the same time.
"Now you saw, didn't you?" she whispered, stepping closer. "Now you finally saw how your precious husband treats me?"
Junseo clenched his jaw. "Ajin… listen. If he's doing this, you need to leave him. Divorce him. Cut him out. I'm telling you—if you stay with him, he'll destroy you. He—"
"Divorce?" Ajin cut in sharply. "Do you think I married him out of love? Out of some pathetic fairytale dream?"
She scoffed. "Junseo… you still don't understand me."
Her voice lowered—dangerously calm, trembling with emotion and a hint of madness.
"I married him with a purpose. Because my life was already falling apart. Because you dragged my past into the light. Because everything I built… every little thing I thought I could hide… you exposed it. And then you call me jealous? You pity me?" She laughed again—empty and sharp as broken glass. "Do you even understand how much you ruined?"
Junseo's brows knit, pain flickering in his eyes. "Ajin, that's not—"
"But it is."
Her smile hardened. "You exposed the truth about me. You brought me back into the hell I escaped. And you think I didn't notice how you acted when I got attention? When people admired me? You were jealous, Junseo. You always were."
He opened his mouth to protest, but Ajin continued, voice rising like a storm swallowing the sky.
"So yes," she hissed, "I married Myun Hyuk to take back control. To enjoy what I deserve. To climb out of the filth my life became. To get power. Attention. Luxury. Everything I should've had. Everything I want."
She slapped his hands away from her arms, stepping out of his reach with a cold flick of her wrist.
"And after what he did to me today?" Ajin smirked—resolute, dangerous. "Do you think I'll run? Hide? Shrink like his ex-wife did?"
Her eyes blazed—feral, bright, terrifyingly alive.
"I am not her," she said slowly.
"I won't break. I won't be obedient."
"And I will make Myun Hyuk regret every single thing he's done."
Junseo stared at her, horrified. "Ajin… after everything—after seeing how dangerous he is—you still want to confront him?"
Ajin turned her head slightly, sunlight catching the water dripping from her lashes like diamonds.
"So what?" she whispered.
"You think I'm any less dangerous?"
The air around her shifted—darker, colder.
"I can be worse," she added, her tone soft but deadly. "Much worse."
Then she walked past him, leaving wet footprints trailing behind her like a path of warning.
Every step was slow. Deliberate. Controlled.
She never once looked back.
Morning sunlight spilled across the marble dining hall, sharp and cold like a blade. The room was too bright for the kind of night Ajin had lived through—but she walked in with a smile stretched so beautifully across her face that even the servants stopped to stare.
Myun Hyuk stood beside the long table, hands tucked calmly into his pockets, lips curved in a charming smile that hid secrets too deeply carved into him.
"Hm, so you wanted to have breakfast with me, wife?"
His voice slid out smooth, playful, but dangerous underneath… like velvet wrapped around wire.
Ajin's lips parted in a cheerful grin that reached all the way to her eyes—eyes that hid a storm.
"Mm, yeah, babe. I just wanted to have a meal with you. Can't I?"
Her tone sparkled with sweetness, soft and harmless, as if the drowning, the threats, the cruelty—never existed.
She sat down lightly, folding her hands on her lap before picking up her utensils.
To him, she looked peaceful.
To herself, she could feel her pulse beating like a war drum.
Myun Hyuk pulled out a chair and sat opposite her, watching her with a faint tilt of his head.
He studied her too closely—like he was trying to pick apart the lie she was wearing.
Ajin lifted a piece of meat and began cutting it elegantly.
Not a single tremble.
Not a single hesitation.
Her movements were graceful… doll-like, ironically.
Then, in a soft voice, she said:
"Oh, by the way… don't ever touch me or backhug me or let your breath touch my skin again."
She delivered it like a polite comment about the weather.
The knife in Myun Hyuk's hand stopped.
A small clink echoed as the fork touched his plate.
His eyes darkened… just a shade.
"But why? Aren't we husband and wife-to-be?"
His tone was still light, but something thin and sharp lay beneath it.
Ajin didn't flinch.
Didn't blink.
She smiled brightly—too brightly.
The kind of smile that hid blood.
"We are, babe. Husband and wife."
She lifted another piece of meat.
"But that doesn't mean you get to treat me like a doll. Or something to play with. Right?"
Her voice dropped, honeyed and sweet… but firm, unshakable.
Then she sliced the meat cleanly—
one straight cut
like she was imagining something entirely different beneath the knife.
Myun Hyuk leaned back slightly, watching her.
Watching her too long.
Too carefully.
And then he said:
"Do you remember how you called me a son of a bitch yesterday? At the swimming pool?"
Ajin paused… just enough to be noticeable.
Then she blinked, eyes widening in theatrical innocence.
"Hm? Yesterday? Swimming pool?"
She tilted her head, confusion blooming adorably on her face.
"What are you talking about, myun hyuk? We never went to the swimming pool."
A soft laugh escaped her, airy and natural—
as if the entire drowning incident was his hallucination.
His jaw tightened.
Barely.
But she saw it.
"You really don't remember?"
His voice carried an edge now, slicing through the air.
Ajin placed the knife down gently, looking at him with perfect sincerity.
"Babe… you were the one who held me.
You tucked me into bed.
I slept the whole night since evening."
Her tone didn't shake.
Not once.
Myun Hyuk's eyes narrowed, faintly… suspiciously… dangerously.
"Oh… so you forgot."
The last word dropped like a stone, cold and heavy.
Ajin simply smiled again, hands folded neatly, eyes calm—
yet deep inside, her mind was sharpening itself like a dagger.
She wasn't just playing innocent.
She was rewriting the entire reality right in front of him.
Her eyes curved into a soft crescent.
She didn't blink.
The tension clung to the air like a storm waiting to strike.
And then—
her phone vibrated. No—his phone.
Myun Hyuk's pocket buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID and answered with practiced calm.
Ajin didn't look up.
She daintily cut another piece of meat as if nothing in the world concerned her.
"Sir," the voice on the other end said urgently, "we found him. Jao…he got the man who tried to burn the store."
Myun Hyuk's eyes flicked toward Ajin—
but her expression remained bored, relaxed, doll-like.
As if the conversation didn't matter.
As if someone's life wasn't hanging on the edge of his decision.
"Okay," he said casually, wiping his lips with a napkin.
"Let Jao be. I'm sending our men. There will be no chance he stays alive this time."
Ajin's fork didn't stop moving.
Not even once.
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Last Night
A dark road.
A speeding black luxury car.
A motorbike weaving behind it like a shadow hungry for a target.
When the bike screeched to a stop, the rider stepped off, heavy boots hitting asphalt with fury.
He ripped off his helmet.
Jao.
His breath was ragged, his eyes bloodshot with vengeance.
He yanked open the car door, dragging the man out by his collar.
"You're the bastard who burned the store where me and Junseo sat, right?"
His fist slammed into the man's cheek, then again, then again—
a storm of pent-up rage exploding.
"Get ready to face the consequences now, you fker!"**
He spat the words, punching until the man's face turned unrecognizable.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
The beating echoing under the night sky was the sound of two worlds—past and present—colliding violently.
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Back to Morning — The Dining Hall
The call ended.
The room fell quiet again.
Ajin lifted her cup of tea, took a sip, and smiled faintly at her husband.
A perfect picture of elegance.
Only she knew—
her mind was already calculating.
Already preparing.
Already plotting the next move in a game far darker than Myun Hyuk expected.
And he…
he watched her with equal suspicion wrapped in charm.
Two serpents at the same table.
Both smiling.
Both deadly.
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Little did ajin Know what kind of situation arises and how the lives will be held upon deathand survival including her .