Seoha's POV
The smell of my vanilla pheromones turns even more bitter the longer I stare at my phone, I can't even see properly anymore as tears blur my sight.
How could he do this to me?
There are boxes upon boxes of unanswered chats, my message to him that never got responded to.
"Honey, where are you?"
No reply.
"Honey, have you eaten?"
No response.
"Honey, do you want gimbap tonight?"
No nothing, but then finally.
"Let's break up"
That one, he replied because he's a scumbag who thinks I should be toyed with, fortunately for him, today is the day it ends.
I chose me even though it hurts like hell.
My things are already packed into the old bag, the only bag I have left, I did it all in a hurry I need to get out of here before he shows up.
If I look at his face, I might fall back into his arms, he knows how to get me and that's what I hate the most about him.
Maybe if I move quickly, I can go to my parents' property, after all it's mine now. I'd live a silent life and plan my life for a whole year….maybe finally dabble into my modelling dreams.
I open our wardrobe to find my last precious property, a guitar I never learned to play but took anyway.
Who keeps a guitar in a wardrobe? Me. Shin Seoha.
The old thing is still surprisingly strong as I pull it out.
"Guitar, you and me are leaving together, aren't you excited?" I say to the inanimate object and wait for a response.
Woah, I'm really going crazy, pain and dating a man like Daeshin can drive anyone crazy. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I get up to find the equally old guitar bag.
The leather is starting to peel from a year of improper storage; sorry mom, I wish I had taken care of your things better than I took care of Daeshin's heart.
By the time I stuff the guitar into the bag, the door swings open and I hear his hurried footsteps as he makes his way in.
"Honey?" Daeshin calls.
I stay silent, I know he wouldn't check the room first.
He'd check the kitchen first, because somehow he thinks I should be his traditional housewife instead of a man with talent and worth.
The anger swells in my chest as I get up; if he wanted a wife that bad, why didn't he just say so? Why did he have to use me like this?
I grab the dusty guitar, my little belongings and storm out of the door, slamming the door shut as I go and it is forced open again.
"Seoha, wait a minute" Daeshin calls.
I choose to ignore him, while I'm stuck between wondering if I should take the elevator or the stairs?
Stairs.
I head for the stairs, walking as fast as I can.
The elevator might be occupied and even if it's not, I really don't want to be in an enclosed space for two minutes with him.
"Seriously?" Daeshin yells after me.
I keep dragging my bag as I make my way down the stairs, the wheels of the bag bang against the floor, with my jerky movements.
"Shit, Seoha wait the fuck up!" my boyfriend, scratch that, ex boyfriend, calls after me and grabs my shoulder.
He spins me around, panting from running after me, I can't believe I once thought this asshole was handsome. He is, but now that I know what he is…he isn't.
"I told you, I'm sorry, it was an accident" he says and I turn around again to keep on walking away from him.
"Yah, Seoha" he calls after me.
"Why won't you listen to me?" he yells and I whip around to point my finger in his face, "maybe because I'm tired of being lied to, you lying scumbag!" I say to him and he flinches, his pheromones slightly grows bitter to match mine.
"That's too harsh, baby" he says softly and I scoff.
"Do you know what's harsh? Finding out that the man I love has been lying to me all along" I say to him and his shoulders fall.
"It was an accident" he groans.
"At least respect me enough to tell me the truth, you kept stealing from me for years and I'm leaving Daeshin" I say and keep moving.
"Where are you going to go? Huh? You'll come back eventually" he says.
He's no longer running at me and it stings. It's clear that he doesn't care about us enough, I really did waste my time.
I stop a taxi and give him the address of my parents home, my inheritance.
The house is situated in the wealthy side of the city and I rarely ever visit there; since mom and dad are no longer there…what's the point?
"Here sir" the taxi driver says as he comes to a stop in front of the big house.
I hold the guitar and my bag tightly as I approach the…my home. The building looks grand despite being over twenty years old.
I climb up the little stairs and knock on the door twice.
There used to be a kind man that worked with my parents, I know he might not be here, but I need to see something comforting.
"Yes…who are you?" a young woman opens the door slightly and peeks outside. "Hello, I am back now" I say and she frowns in confusion.
"What?"
"What?" I echo in confusion. Every servant and worker in the house knows who I am, the only son of the Shins.
"I think you are at the wrong house, this is me and my husband's house" she said and gives a small bow before shutting the door.
I blink at the white wood in confusion.
Her house?
This is my parent's house, they built it from the ground, she has to be joking.
I knock on the door but she doesn't answer the door, instead I hear the TV volume increasing, playing Twice's what is love.
Stepping away from the door, I pull out my phone to dial my aunt's number but it doesn't go through.
I try my cousin's number but it doesn't connect either, what is going on?
I call my family's lawyer, he should know what's going on.
Lawyer Kim picks on the first ring and I press my phone to my ear.
"Hello, lawyer Kim" I say in a rush, glad that someone actually picked up their phone, I was starting to get worried.
"Oh, Seoha? You're back in the country?" he asks with genuine confusion.
"Back in the country? Lawyer Kim…I never left" I say and the line goes silent for three seconds.
"But you…but you signed the paperwork to transfer everything to your aunt and her family because you got an offer…" the man's voice trail off as we both realized what happened.
Signature forged. Property sold. Imitated and duped by my own relatives.
My knees give out and I squat there with one hand in my hair and the other holding the phone.
Fuck.