Living with an Ex-Husband - Chapter 53. Only Accept Me

Chapter 53. Only Accept Me

Woo-sung’s eyes widened in disbelief at the unexpected remark. He had expected blackmail or a threat to expose him, but instead, he was unafraid and said, “He won’t stop me.”

Watching Woo-sung’s confusion, Lee Joon’s lips curled into a lazy grin.

“I have no intention of exposing this like a petty crook. Got it?”

“You… you mean… do you… love Eunchae?”

Woo-sung finally understood Lee Joon’s true feelings, the realization hitting him like a wave.

“So what if I do?”

Lee Joon’s calm smile sent a shiver down Woo-sung’s spine as if he were watching a shocking twist in a thriller. The realization was unsettling.

“But then why…!”

Before Woo-sung could finish demanding why Lee Joon hurt Eunchae and divorced her, Lee Joon cut him off mercilessly.

“That’s none of your concern, and you don’t need to know.”

“……”

“The only thing you need to remember is to stick to being her brother. And start letting go, bit by bit.”

Lee Joon delivered his warning with a stern expression before removing his hand from Woo-sung’s shoulder.

“If you don’t want this hand twisting your neck next time, heed my words.”

With a smile that masked a terrifying threat, Lee Joon turned and walked back towards the house.

“Haa…!”

Woo-sung let out the breath he had been holding, his strength draining away. His face contorted in despair as the reality of Lee Joon’s love for Eunchae sank in, leaving him utterly defeated, his will shattered.

“Lee Joon…!”

The voice calling Lee Joon’s name dripped with intense hatred. For the first time in his life, Woo-sung felt an overwhelming desire to destroy someone.

***

Meanwhile, back at home, Eunchae paced anxiously around her bedroom, practically forced to return.

Knowing Lee Joon’s temperament all too well, she couldn’t help but worry that something might have happened to Woo-sung. At the same time, she was also worried about how angry Lee Joon might be.

“Sigh…”

She let out deep sighs, one after the other, until the bedroom door opened creakily. Startled, Eunchae jumped, her body shaking.

“Why are you so jumpy?”

Lee Joon approached Eunchae, her face pale and drained of colour. He wanted to comfort her, to hold her gently and kiss her, knowing how scared she must have been.

But her question stopped him.

“What about Oppa?”

Her oblivious concern for Woo-sung made Lee Joon feel deflated. A bitter laugh escaped him as all his energy seemed to be draining away.

“Your precious Kim Woo-sung made it back all right. So don’t worry.”

Lee Joon emphasized ‘just fine’ with a hint of sarcasm, a bitter smile playing on his lips. Seeing the anger flicker in his expression, Eunchae bit her lip nervously, sensing his frustration.

Carefully lifting her eyes from the floor, Eunchae watched as Lee Joon took off his suit jacket. Deep wrinkles were forming on his forehead, his eyebrows were furrowed – he was clearly angry.

“I am sorry, Lee Joon. I was trying to be careful, but I didn’t expect Oppa to follow me.”

Her voice trembled with guilt as she apologized, and Lee Joon’s hand, which had been loosening his tie, stopped in mid-movement. He stared at her, his eyes fixed on her anxious, wavering expression.

“It’s a relief that the elders didn’t see, but what about the bodyguards? I’m sorry.”

“Yoon Eunchae. You… what on earth…!”

Lee Joon’s voice was filled with desperation, a mixture of anger and disbelief tightening in his chest. 

As he raised his voice in frustration, Eunchae flinched, her shoulders hunching inward. The sight of her shrinking away gnawed at his nerves, scratched at his pride, and made him feel small and pathetic. 

“How long are you going to turn me into garbage?” 

“W-what?”

Eunchae, stunned by his sharp question, could only stammer in reply. Her eyelids fluttered in confusion, unable to comprehend his outburst. Watching her, Lee Joon tugged roughly at his tie, his anger simmering just below the surface.

“Damn it…”

A bitter, self-mocking smile spread across Lee Joon’s lips as he muttered curses under his breath. He had sown the seeds, but he hadn’t expected the harvest to be so bleak and hopeless.

More than regret or remorse, he felt a growing disappointment in Eunchae – her defensiveness, her mistrust. She no longer even tried to understand him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, his voice filled with frustration, before hugging her tightly.

“Lee Joon…”

As Eunchae squirmed in his arms, his grip only tightened, as if afraid to let her go. Her eyes widened in shock, completely taken by surprise. She stood there, arms pinned to her sides, unable to move.

“What are you doing?”

When Eunchae tried to pull away, Lee Joon buried his face in her neck and whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

“Stay still. If you keep moving… it’s going to get really dangerous”.

His breath, thick with heat, soaked into her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Eunchae’s eyes widened as she began to grasp the meaning of his warning – the growing pressure against her stomach made it clear.

In a state of resignation, she stopped fighting and stood still. Only then did Lee Joon lift his head. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck before their eyes met. 

Eunchae’s eyes widened in surprise. The look in Lee Joon’s eyes was filled with sorrow and loneliness, emotions that felt so out of place for him.

“That’s not why I’m angry,” he murmured, his voice softening. “Not for such a small thing.” 

Lee Joon cupped Eunchae’s cheek, his hand soft against her soft skin, his eyes darkening as the warmth of her face penetrated his palm. 

“I’m angry because I’m jealous. Because Yoon Eunchae thought of Kim Woo-sung before me.” 

“Jea… Jealous? You?”

“Yes, me-Lee Joon.”

Her startled reaction made him laugh softly, though it was a bitter laugh. He gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with his thumb, wiping away the lingering tears.

“My wife was crying over another man. What kind of man wouldn’t lose his mind over that?”

“Who said I was your wife? And get off me!”

Eunchae struggled harder, but Lee Joon didn’t let go of her waist, nor did he stop his hand from caressing her face. Instead, his touch became bolder, more deliberate.

As he brushed his fingers across her parted lips, Lee Joon leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper.

“I want your eyes to look only at me. I want you to see no one but me. I want your mind to be filled with thoughts of me, only me.”

With each word, his gaze grew darker, his voice hoarser, coarser. His eyes, now full of desire, roamed over her face, lingering on every detail.

“Especially here.”

His fingers brushed her lips again, a clear focus in his intense gaze.

Lee Joon’s hand slid down from Eunchae’s waist and gripped her hips tightly.

“Ah…!”

A gasp escaped her lips as she shivered from the sudden, intimate touch.

“Just accept me. Don’t let anyone else know how hot and dizzy it feels inside you.”

His voice was full of arrogance as he commanded her, taking her trembling hands in his. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, Eunchae licked her dry lips nervously, unable to tear her eyes away from him or what he was doing.

The sight of her flushed lips glistening with saliva stirred something deep inside Lee Joon. His mouth felt dry and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

When Eunchae’s hands touched his chest, her eyes widened in surprise.

“If you don’t want this, push me away.”

As always, Lee Joon tilted his eyes toward her, giving her a choice. It was a familiar situation and her heart began to race. At moments like this, Eunchae had never pushed him away.

“Lee Joon…”

Her mind screamed at her to push him away. But Eunchae could only call his name softly, her voice sounding more like a plea than a refusal.

“Hurry.”

Lee Joon’s face drew closer, his breath warm against Eunchae’s skin. As the distance between their bodies closed, her arms, once braced against his chest, weakened and folded helplessly.

Her breathing became more erratic. Desperate to avoid his piercing gaze, thick with desire, she turned her head. But Lee Joon caught her chin, turned her face back to him, and locked their eyes.

“I told you not to look away.”

His gaze, sharp and heavy with intent, clung to her like a web. Like a butterfly caught in a trap, Eunchae found herself unable to move, her eyes fixed on his. She couldn’t escape.

His handsome face drew closer, brushing against her nose. Her breath caught, a short gasp escaping without her noticing – just as Lee Joon pressed his lips firmly against hers.

Lee Joon’s tongue slid between Eunchae’s parted lips, plunging deep, exploring her mouth with heated intensity, his tongue brushing against the delicate lining of her mouth.

The electric sensation and rising heat made her body melt, weakening her in his arms. She couldn’t push him away – her hands gripped his shirt instead, grasping for something to hold on to.

She was lost in the kiss, her mind hazy as Lee Joon lifted her and laid her gently on the bed. Her thoughts remained clouded, unable to fully grasp what was happening.

“Haa…”

Eunchae’s breath came out in soft pants as her eyes fluttered open to see Lee Joon pulling off his shirt. The sight of him, naked and standing over her, filled her vision and sent another wave of warmth through her body.

He carelessly tossed the shirt aside and climbed over her again. As their lips met in another searing kiss, they both let out soft moans of satisfaction. Lee Joon intertwined their fingers, pinning her arms above her head, deepening the intensity between them.

Eunchae’s body heated up, every nerve tingling with heightened sensitivity. She wanted to touch him, to run her hands down his broad, firm back, to pull him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck. But with their fingers intertwined, Lee Joon held her captive, preventing her from doing so.

The kiss went on and on, leaving no room for words. The dizzying pleasure and exhilaration of their connection consumed her, leaving her mind blank, unable to focus on anything else.

“Your skin is so white, so translucent,”

Lee Joon murmured after what seemed like an eternity, finally releasing her lips and hands. As he removed her top, his eyes filled with admiration. The sight reminded him of a snowy field with delicate pink petals scattered across it.

He lowered his lips to her body, and with each kiss, a trail of warmth bloomed against her pale skin. Wherever his lips touched, it was as if crimson petals had fallen on the snow, a rush of heat rising on her cool porcelain skin.

Caressing Eunchae’s body, he removed her clothes, first her suit trousers, then her underwear.

Eventually, their n*ked bodies overlapped as one. Lee Joon parted Eunchae’s legs.

“Hmph……!”

A muffled moan escaped Eunchae’s lips. When Lee Joon pushed in a little deeper, her nails dug deep into his shoulders in retaliation. He shuddered at the painful pleasure that accompanied it.

“Whoa……!”

Lee gritted his teeth as his climax came quickly. The strong man’s jaw pulled taut.

“This is amazing, Yoon Eunchae.”

Lee Joon smiled, pretending to be relaxed, but in reality, he was struggling to keep up. At this rate, Eunchae wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow, let alone walk around safely.

He still felt bad about the mistake he’d made on their first night together. They’d only seen each other a handful of times before the wedding, and every time he’d seen her, he’d gotten hot and bothered.

For the first time in his life, he felt a desire that confused him. He’d always been in control and stoic and this was all too familiar. Even in his early twenties, when his hormones were raging, he had never felt this way.

He couldn’t stand it. The idea of his emotions being disturbed by someone else was something he despised. But on the day of their wedding, the sight of Eunchae smiling in her wedding dress sent his body into a frenzy.

Throughout the ceremony, the reception, and even the 14-hour flight, Lee Joon struggled to control his desire. It was torture.

And that’s why the first night turned out the way it did. With no previous experience, he had no idea how to make a woman’s body feel relaxed or how to hold her properly. He just followed his instincts and embraced Eunchae.

The next morning, Lee Joon was shocked to see Eunchae exhausted and fast asleep.

Her pale, smooth, marble-like skin was covered with the marks he had left. There were bruises as if she had been beaten and bite marks in various places. Her lips were swollen and cracked from his rough kisses. Overcome with unbearable guilt, Lee Joon left the room. When Eunchae woke up, the thought of tenderly holding her, running her a bath, or helping her relax never crossed his mind – not even for a moment.

Lee Joon, being the selfish man he was, wasn’t the type to have such considerate thoughts. Instead, he left her alone in the hotel room, using an early morning meeting as an excuse, and went to work.