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Romantic Trap
로맨틱 트랩~Plot~
“It’s not like I have any intention of avoiding this marriage, since it’s something I have to do anyway.”
From the very first impression, it was clear this marriage wouldn’t be easy. Despite having already lost his child, his grandfather now wanted to control even Woo-kyung's marriage as he pleased.
But the woman he had chosen, after much deliberation, was the daughter brought in by CEO Yoo's remarried wife—a woman with no children of her own. Just as Woo-kyung was about to suggest they call off this whole marriage talk, his expectations were completely shattered.
“So, when exactly do you plan to file for divorce?”
Woo-kyung was taken aback when she brought up divorce right from the start. Yet, Yi-yeon added with a bright smile:
“Of course, it should be you, Cha Woo-kyung, who files first, right?”
In that moment, Woo-kyung’s curiosity about Yoo Yi-yeon ignited. And by the time that curiosity turned into love, it was already over in an instant.
“Long time no see, Yoo Yi-yeon.”
Cha Woo-kyung, her ex-husband from three years ago, had returned as a contract lawyer at the firm where Yi-yeon worked. To make matters worse, the stranger she had carelessly slept with after a night of drinking turned out to be him. Casually, he handed her a shopping bag, and poking out from the top was the underwear she had left behind that morning.
“Cha Woo-kyung, don’t tell me we last night….”
Feeling too awkward to ask directly if they had slept together, Yi-yeon hesitated. Woo-kyung tilted his head beside her and whispered in a low voice:
“If you don’t remember, should I help you remember?”
His gaze met hers directly, then slowly drifted downward, settling on her lips. In that moment, her heart pounded loudly.
“The one condition I had for coming here was this: that Yoo Yi-yeon would be my partner.”
He had agreed to a contract position on the condition that she would be his partner? What on earth was he scheming? With Woo-kyung’s credentials, any major law firm would have been desperate to hire him, even if it wasn't specifically Jeongyul.
Had he really taken a contract position just for her?
At that moment, Yi-yeon felt miserable. Once, she had imagined herself wearing the golden badge with scales—the symbol of the law—pinned over Woo-kyung’s left chest. It was an emotion Woo-kyung would never understand, even if he were to die and come back to life, and she had no desire to explain it in such a pitiful way.
“Why would you take a contract position when you could have a better one? Go back to where you belong.”
Thinking he should have understood her meaning by now, Yi-yeon turned her back to him. But from behind her, she heard an unexpectedly resolute voice:
“What’s wrong with that? Last night, you were clinging to me without even knowing it was me.” “Cha Woo-kyung, that was…” “Is that not the answer?”
Back then, she hadn’t realized that even her most resolute feelings would crumble in front of Woo-kyung.
