My Husband Met My Affair Partner

The man gripped the water glass in his hand.

Chwaak—the refreshing sound of water splashing echoed through the quiet hotel lounge.

At that jarring noise, everyone’s gaze turned to one spot.

[What the hell? Did he just throw water on him?]

The so-called water slap.

Murmurs of shock rippled through the crowd.

“……Ha.”

The other man, now drenched, let out a hollow laugh.

The murmuring grew louder as he swept back his long, dripping hair.

He was strikingly handsome—so much so that people’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

And he looked familiar somehow…

The man seated in front of him still held his empty glass.

He was just as handsome, but with his glasses and cold expression, he seemed unapproachable.

And he looked even more familiar.

The bespectacled man set his glass down with a sharp thud.

The message was clear: he was the one who had thrown water on the other man.

A sharp-eyed employee quietly placed some napkins on the table and left.

While the soaked man roughly dried himself off, the bespectacled man reached into his inner pocket.

Everyone’s mouths snapped shut at once.

‘An envelope of cash!’

A water slap, followed by a money envelope.

It was a dopamine-overload scene rarely seen in real life.

Was this staged? Was there a hidden camera somewhere?

Then, the bespectacled man finally opened his mouth.

“I’d like you to take this money and quietly disappear.”

‘……Whoa! This is insane!’

The man, having shaken off most of the water, chuckled and picked up the envelope.

The crowd stirred.

Was he really going to take the money and disappear? Had he no pride?!

But the man casually opened the envelope.

It was a fairly thick stack of bills.

He flipped through the yellow notes quickly, counted them, and let out another hollow laugh.

Despite his gentle features, his smile made him look evenly matched against the bespectacled man.

“Haha……. You’re more stingy than I thought.”

The bespectacled man bristled.

“You don’t even think about the shameless things you’ve done, yet you talk about the amount? You should be grateful I’m giving you anything at all.”

“Excuse me? You threw water on me—I figured you’d at least cover the cost of the clothes. This…….”

The wet man flicked his jacket and laughed.

“Seyeon bought me this outfit, and now it’s all soaked.”

“Heok!”

A gasp came from somewhere and quickly died down.

The bespectacled man bristled selectively—meaning he ignored the person’s shock and glared only at the wet man.

“This is exactly why you hear that kind of talk from Seyeon……”

“What did Seyeon say?”

“That’s a secret.”

No matter how you looked at it, this was the quiet meeting scene between the lawful spouse and the other man.

Even after getting water thrown at him, the man held his ground with confidence.

Whether in dramas or real life, the cliché of the cheating parties being more shameless than the wronged spouse was a long-standing tradition.

But that wasn’t the real issue.

The cause of their fight—’Miss Seyeon.’

Speaking of that name……

Just then, the bespectacled man slammed his fist on the table.

It was quite intimidating.

The table shook as if hit by an earthquake, and even the onlookers who had been stealing glances jumped in surprise.

“Listen here, Kang Chaehee.”

“Why are you calling me by name? Anyone would think we’re close, Vice Chairman.”

This time, a chorus of heok sounds rang out like a medley.

Those who hadn’t heard were urgently whispered to by their neighbors, accompanied by frantic nudges.

Many people did the same thing.

The moment when ‘I definitely recognize him from somewhere’ was finally resolved.

The bespectacled man was Jeon Seongwon, the second son of Doseon Group, a major conglomerate and corporate heir in South Korea, and the Vice Chairman of Doseon Motors.

His face was constantly in the news, so it was no wonder he looked familiar.

It was almost strange that people were only recognizing him now.

The man sitting across from him was also familiar somehow.

Jeon Seongwon had called him ‘Kang Chaehee’.

People buried their faces in their phones.

Heok, a model.

Not very famous, it seemed.

Anyway, the reason for the noisy power struggle—big alphas throwing water slaps and tossing money envelopes—immediately became clear.

Jeon Seongwon’s spouse, Lee Seyeon.

Ignoring the buzzing atmosphere around them, the two men continued their glaring contest.

The suffocating standoff ended only when an older man a short distance away approached Jeon Seongwon and whispered something in his ear.

Only then did Jeon Seongwon start to pay attention to his surroundings.

The entire crowd simultaneously looked away and pretended not to notice anything.

Of course, Jeon Seongwon was the only one who bothered to care.

Kang Chaehee casually looked around as if to say, ‘What’s the problem?’

“……I’ve said what I needed to say. If you understand, then from now on—”

“I’ll put the allowance to good use. But, I have no intention of breaking up with Seyeon for just 20 million won. Even if you added a couple more zeros, I’d still say no, Vice Chairman……”

Kang Chaehee tapped the envelope against his palm and chuckled.

“Just like I heard from Seyeon…… you’re really…… petty, aren’t you? Only 20 million won.”

“…….”

“If you’re petty in personality…… I hear that means other important things are small too.”

A terrifying current swirled between the two men.

In an instant, Jeon Seongwon’s eyes flashed, and he reached out to grab Kang Chaehee’s long hair.

Kang Chaehee let out a yelp.

Love is, after all, a war.

* * * *

It wasn’t always like this between us.

Who had the most expensive wedding in recent years in South Korea?

That would be me. Lee Seyeon. The youngest son of Seochang Group.

And my partner was Jeon Seongwon, the second son of Doseon Group.

A four-year age gap.

The marriage of an omega—famous for a lifetime as ‘the youngest of the Seochang family is no joke’ based on looks alone—and an alpha, equally tall and handsome.

It was a beautiful union blessed by everyone.

I was happy at the wedding.

Jeon Seongwon, with a faint smile on his usually stoic face, whispered in a trembling voice, “I’ll love you forever.”

‘Forever’ can go to hell.

The expiration date of our love was exactly six months—just until the honeymoon phase ended.

There was no way someone as stiff as him would suddenly turn as sweet as melted candy just because he got married.

At first, though awkward, he seemed to try to treat me gently.

But then, one day, he reverted to the same rigid attitude as before marriage.

He’d stiffen his face, furrow his brows, and hide his hands behind his back whenever he saw me.

Could I possibly take that well?

On top of that, he constantly broke promises using overtime and work as an excuse.

When I confronted him, he’d speak arrogantly with a frigid expression, saying, “Are you a child? What do you want me to do about work?”

Was this the gaslighting I’d only heard about?

Gaslighting? Me? There was no way I was going to put up with that.

So, I acted just as crazy as Jeon Seongwon was cold.

In response, Jeon Seongwon would frequently get up and leave with an even icier face.

And then there was his fussing over side dishes.

At home, we had a head chef who had passed rigorous screenings.

Jeon Seongwon only ate what this chef prepared.

He never even thought about cooking himself.

When I cooked, he’d pick at it briefly and then put his spoon down.

‘Why aren’t you eating more? Is it not good?’

‘Ahem……’

‘I think it’s fine.’

‘The eggplant is overcooked. And it’s underseasoned. And why are the chili and green onion garnishes cut so big? Plus, the sugar……’

What a pain in the ass…….

He’d never even held a kitchen knife in his life.

Not that I’ve held one much, but I was still better than him.

Also, Jeon Seongwon was a man who left all sense of humor and wit in his mother’s womb.

At first, I liked that about him—it seemed innocent and kind.

But not anymore.

Now, everything about him just annoys me.

But honestly, all that is really no big deal.

Something much bigger remains with Jeon Seongwon.

Something absolutely unforgivable. Something very, very big.

That goddamn bastard is now fooling around with someone else.