Chapter 4.2

Chapter 4.2

My mother’s eyes widened, and tears streamed down her face.

“I didn’t know…. I thought she was living well…. She always said she was…. It’s my fault…. How could I not know as her mother….”

I wanted to tell her it wasn’t her fault, that I would punish them, but I held back my words.

Please wait for me, Mom. I’ll take my revenge. Instead—

“I’m sorry….”

There was nothing else I could say. My mother, thinking it was Miss Yena speaking, continued to thank me through her sobs. I turned to my father.

“Father-in-law.”

My father looked at me with bloodshot eyes.

“Grandfather gifted some of his shares to sister-in-law. It’s not a significant amount, but he said to use them to support your mayoral campaign. I want to transfer those shares to you. Will you allow it?”

My father’s eyes widened, then he shook his head.

“Those are my daughter’s shares. I can’t accept them.”

I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t stand the thought of my shares going to that man.

“If you don’t accept them, they will go to my brother.”

My father seemed deep in thought at that. He had likely been furious at my husband’s behavior throughout the funeral. With tears welling in his eyes, he asked me,

“Were you close with our child?”

My throat tightened.

“Yes… We were like real sisters.”

Tears streamed down my father’s face at those words. I wanted to embrace his shaking frame, but I couldn’t.

“Please run for mayor. Sister would have been very happy.”

He nodded.

“Thank you…. I’ll try to pull myself together….”

I was genuinely grateful for his words. Live.

You must survive. Father, Mother.

I took a deep breath, left the funeral home, and headed to the hospital. My mind was blank.

How many people in this world attend their own funeral with someone else’s face? Suddenly, my whole life played out like a movie before my eyes. I used to remember that before marriage, I lived a life of no envy and studied hard.

When I first met my husband, I was deceived by his hypocritical face. He behaved like a well-mannered man, and even though it was an arranged meeting, he was kind and sweet during our courtship.

I only found out the brutal reality after marriage—It was a match arranged by my grandfather, and he had married me only because he was threatened that all his shares would be revoked if he didn’t get married.

I sighed. I regretted not divorcing him immediately after the first act of violence, but it was too late now.

I felt sorry for Miss Yena, but I also didn’t want this… There must be a reason our souls were switched.

But now that it has come to this—I promise to live this life to the fullest. To live it differently. I, as Namgung Yena, would accomplish what Lee Buyeon couldn’t.

It was the only way to make amends to Miss Yena.

I was startled when I entered the hospital room. A man I had never seen before was there. He seemed to be about 190 cm tall, with sculpted, broad shoulders that suited his suit perfectly. He was incredibly handsome.

Who is he? A colleague? A friend? Sweat dripped down my back.

“Yena!”

He approached quickly and hugged me, trembling as he spoke.

“I’m glad. What a relief.”

I was truly shocked. What is this? Miss Yena’s boyfriend?

My heart was pounding loudly from the surprise. I pushed against his chest with my right arm. Realizing what he was doing, he stepped back, his face and even the tips of his ears turning red. He stammered,

“I-I’m sorry. I did it unconsciously. I couldn’t come right away because of a contract, and hearing the news made me anxious…. I apologize.”

Then I remembered. He was President Jang Doha. He was Miss Yena’s boss and someone my grandfather trusted.

“No, it’s fine.”

Instead of scolding him, I spoke gently, and he looked at me gratefully and asked,

“Is it that bad?”

He seemed quite startled to see me in a wheelchair.

“No, it’s just that moving is still difficult, so I’m using a wheelchair.”

At my words, he looked relieved. But that wasn’t just the expression of a superior relieved that his subordinate wasn’t seriously hurt. My heart still pounded.

“I’m truly sorry about your sister-in-law’s death. You two must have been very close. It must be hard for you.”