WEHP 10

Chapter 10

“What are you talking about? You’re really leaving the house? For real?”

Youngsuk couldn’t understand what was happening. Everything had unfolded so suddenly.

“Yes, Mother. And I won’t say thank you for everything. I just hope you stay healthy and live a long, long life.”

“You’re not joking, are you? You didn’t plan this together to trick me and move out, did you? Don’t even dream of it. As long as I’m alive, there will be no separation.”

Hyunseo let out a small laugh. She clasped her hands together, stood up straight, and put on a gentle, perfectly polite smile.

“Mother, there’s absolutely nothing like that, so please don’t worry.”

Youngsuk felt uncomfortable with Hyunseo’s unusually calm and confident attitude. Seeing Driver Park carrying luggage up and down the stairs, it really did look like they were leaving.

Spotting Doha coming down the stairs with a suitcase, Youngsuk asked him urgently.

“Doha, is this real? She’s really leaving, isn’t she? You’re not actually getting divorced, are you?”

“Yes.”

Doha answered with a single word.

Youngsuk pressed him, frustrated by his vague response.

“You’re not trying to fool me, are you?”

“No. For now, just let her do what she wants.”

Doha spoke bluntly, his face expressionless.

Youngsuk felt flustered. She had thought Hyunseo had changed lately—speaking up calmly instead of staying silent. But divorce?

Our Doha used to love her to death…

“If you leave now, don’t even think about coming back to this house. We’re a respectable family—we don’t allow people to come and go as they please. If you apologize now, I’ll forgive you.”

“Mother, I’m truly touched by your words—but I won’t be coming back, so there’s no need to forgive me. Goodbye.”

“Oh, I’ll live perfectly well without seeing you. But since you’re leaving on your own, don’t you dare cling to us for alimony. I won’t let it slide.”

Youngsuk was already drawing a line, worried Hyunseo might demand money.

“Mother, please—just stop!”

Doha finally snapped, but Youngsuk’s mind was elsewhere.

She has nothing. If she files a lawsuit, she might take something…

Hyunseo simply smiled faintly.

“I won’t be asking for alimony. I already signed the divorce papers and gave them to Doha, so you don’t need to worry.”

Youngsuk turned to her son and raised her voice.

“You heard that, Doha. If you give her a single won, I won’t stay quiet. She did nothing but lower our family’s dignity—don’t you dare give her money.”

Doha stared at his mother in shock.

“Mother, why are you like this? This is our issue. I’ll handle it.”

Hyunseo stepped in, smiling with quiet scorn.

“I may not have much, but I do have property my mother left me. I won’t starve even if I rest for a while. I’m still young—I can live well anywhere. I worked hard even in this house, so why wouldn’t I manage elsewhere?”

“You—! Are you done talking?”

“You fired all the housemaids because of me. If you can’t hire someone today, you’ll have to do the housework yourself. Or call your beloved future daughter-in-law. Goodbye.”

Hyunseo smiled brightly and bowed politely, then headed for the door.

Just before leaving, she suddenly turned around.

“Oh, right. Mother—your precious son will be a divorced man now. Didn’t you like Chairman Choi’s second daughter? If she’s still unmarried, maybe ask if she’d like to become your daughter-in-law. Or was it Chairman Kwak’s third daughter?”

She spoke sweetly, deliberately provocative.

“You mentioned so many families I can’t even remember them all. I hope you find the perfect daughter-in-law after I leave and live happily ever after. Though I wonder which family would send their daughter to a house like this.”

Youngsuk’s legs buckled. Her blood pressure surged, her neck stiffening.

Her own son didn’t even stop his wife—he only tried to restrain his mother.

“That woman is cheating! She must have another man—otherwise how could she dare leave like this!”

“Mother, not all women live like you do. Don’t judge me through your lens. I respected you only because you were Doha’s mother—not because you deserved it.”

Hyunseo struck a long-buried nerve.

Youngsuk went speechless.

Everyone who knew her past knew the truth—but no one dared mention it. She had lived pretending to be a refined lady.

For the first time, her daughter-in-law had exposed it outright.

Youngsuk collapsed onto the floor.

After throwing her final bomb, Hyunseo walked outside. Doha followed.

“I’ll come with you to Seocho-dong.”

Hyunseo looked at him for a moment.

“No. Just go with Driver Park. You should go to work.”

“Call me when you arrive.”

“No. I’ll keep my phone off today. Just text me once the divorce is filed.”

Doha held her hand tightly, an ominous feeling creeping in.

“I’ll talk to my parents as soon as possible and come to Seocho-dong.”

“Don’t push yourself. Just text me when it’s done.”

As the car pulled away, Doha stood frozen.

He finally realized—the one person who had always been on his side had closed her heart.

Unlike the crowded waiting room, the exam room was quiet except for the baby’s strong heartbeat.

“The baby’s heart is healthy, but…”

The doctor tilted his head, staring at the monitor.

“Doctor, please get a clear picture of the center. I need to show my mother-in-law that it’s a boy.”

Hyemi said excitedly.

She had rushed in early for a 3D ultrasound. After hearing it was a boy, she had already received gifts—including an alligator-skin Hermès Birkin.

She was hoping for a Chanel crossbody next.

After the exam, the doctor handed over the photos.

“The baby is growing well. And you should prepare pink clothes.”

“What? Pink?”

Hyemi’s eyes widened.

Her husband, Juhyuk, stared at the photo.

“Doctor, where exactly is it? I need to explain it to my mom.”

The doctor laughed awkwardly.

“Well… the baby is a beautiful little princess.”

Hyemi’s face drained of color.

“You said it was a boy!”

“That can happen sometimes. But I don’t think there’ll be any reversal.”

Outside the room, Hyemi panicked.

“What do I do? What do I tell Mother?”

“I like daughters too,” Juhyuk said cheerfully. “If she looks like you, she’ll be pretty.”

Hyemi glared at him.

“Do you not know how obsessed she is with grandsons?”

“I’ll talk to her. I’ll say daughters are better.”

Hyemi wasn’t convinced at all.