A Taste to Spit Out - Chapter 25
“What if I get caught?”
I was worried, but luckily, Kang Yeol-jin is not at home. He must be busy running around like a stray dog to grow that damn business of his.
So, I quietly entered the studio. I took out a laptop that was sitting on one side. I brushed off the dust that had piled up on it and inserted a chip.
In the dim studio, the only light was the blue glow pouring out of the laptop in clumps. I pressed the last title firmly. Soon, a video began to play.
“…….”
In front of a large mansion, the camera shows a quiet alley where not even an ant passes by.
And.
1, 2, 3.
As I counted exactly three seconds in my heart, a person suddenly popped out from a distance. Breathless, they hurriedly stepped forward as if they were being fiercely chased by something.
I inhaled deeply.
It was no wonder; he truly looked like a ghost. Dressed in white, he had skin so pale that it seemed he hadn’t seen a ray of sunlight. His shirt buttons were not even properly fastened, and he wasn’t even wearing shoes, going barefoot.
What on earth was he so urgently fleeing from? His entire face was filled with fear as he kept glancing back in caution.
Then, he spotted a car and abruptly stopped in his tracks. Even as the car with the camera drew closer, he showed no intention of avoiding it and just stood there.
At this rate, he would soon be hit by the car…!
In that stretched-out moment, feeling like a tape that was unspooling every second, the first to swerve was the car, screeching to a halt.
However, the person standing on the opposite side acted in a completely unexpected way. In an instant, he dashed right toward the car.
“Uh…ugh!”
His frail body collided with the car and flew away like a stuffed toy. The car crashed right into the fence surrounding the house. The bumper was raised high, blocking part of the view. In the meantime, a puffy white smoke began to rise.
“…What on earth is this?”
Like a cotton ball that had burst, I had flown away—that is, it was me.
Then, I heard the sound of the car door swinging open. A man in a pitch-black suit appeared on the screen. It was definitely Kang Yeol-jin watching me as I flew off in the distance. The one who had hit me with the car was none other than Kang Yeol-jin.
No, to be precise, it was more accurate to say that I had jumped into Kang Yeol-jin’s car. I—I was trying to commit suicide again, deliberately jumping in front of his car…! With his child inside me as well.
‘There was a stalker following me.’
A lie.
‘I got hit by a car while trying to escape from that stalker.’
A lie.
Everything was a lie. I stared blankly at the video.
Even as the screen froze on the back of Kang Yeol-jin as he stepped away, I felt bound there, unable to escape.
Moreover…
I trembled as if struck by lightning. After playing the video again, I leaned closer to the screen. I opened my eyes wide. I couldn’t miss even the slightest detail, not even a tiny bit.
Once more, I appeared on the screen, completely terrified. My two eyes were focused on my right foot.
And this time, I lowered my gaze to meet my legs under the desk. My leg, wrapped in a cast. I hadn’t gotten the cast from a traffic accident. My leg had originally been in that state.
A chill ran down my spine, and the hair on the back of my head stood on end.
Kang Yeol-jin had clearly said that my entire body had been broken due to the accident. Yet the video denies all those words. This short video, lasting only a few minutes, reveals that everything he told me was a lie.
“…….”
Ah, why on earth was I trying to commit suicide again?
I became fearful of the two years I had forgotten. While I wanted to know, I also wished to remain in the dark, completely oblivious.
What else was Kang Yeol-jin hiding from me?
* * * * *
I sat at the dining table. The familiar, savory smell wafted through the air. A feast of delicacies was spread out, but I couldn’t pick up my chopsticks at all.
“…….”
Under the table, I tightly gripped my phone. The warm heat radiated from it.
I had just finished a call. The other party was Attorney Park Ki-hoon, my father’s long-time lawyer.
‘Attorney, it’s me. I’m curious about my father’s will.’
The response I received was as expected. Yes, it was definitely a story I had already heard, yet it lodged itself in my ears, word for word.
The one who had lied to me wasn’t the gravekeeper who claimed to have a mental illness. It was, rather, Kang Yeol-jin, disguised as a decent person.
-I heard about the accident from CEO Kang Yeol-jin. I had planned to meet him to organize documents before the due date, but he mentioned that he still needs to recover for a while. CEO Kang is quite stubborn…
