I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 287

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Chapter 287

Just handling imported goods domestically wasn’t enough. He needed something overwhelming like Taejin had.

Taeseok found it and acted on it.

He bought up torn and damaged parachutes left behind by the US military and processed them into industrial materials. Taeseok created covering cloth and outdoor packaging materials, then repeatedly sold them back to the US military.

Taeseok’s business grew frighteningly large in a short period.

With that reputation, he seized materials coming in as free aid from the US and UN. He bought up every factory that could reprocess them.

“CEO Gi is truly amazing! Absolutely great!”

“If there’s one greatest gift the war left behind, I think it must be our CEO Gi.”

The so-called upper class who used to lord over Taeseok were now desperate to get on his good side.

Taeseok drank and drank and drank some more.

Every day was a continuous party. Glamorous nights went on endlessly, one after another.

Days filled with laughter and music.

Precious liquor, expensive liquor, all those damn drinks went down Taeseok’s throat. He couldn’t fall asleep without getting drunk.

Every time he faced Taejin, feelings of inferiority would surge up unbearably. Whether he liked it or not, he had no choice but to meet him since that guy was the husband of the woman who would give wings to Taeseok’s business.

He thought he had gained so much now, but somehow there seemed to be so many things he still lacked.

Every time he faced him, it became exhausting to suppress the impulse that suddenly arose.

Do you love her?

How much?

More than I do?

More than I did, when I could only think of her even while rolling on the ground with a gun?

He wanted to grab him by the collar and ask. He wanted to scream about what made him worthy of being her husband.

But suddenly, the affection glimpsed in daily life tormented Taeseok even more.

“What are you looking at?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought it would suit my wife perfectly.”

“…You’re quite the devoted husband, CEO Lee.”

“I can’t help it. Isn’t it a man’s nature to want to give his wife things she’d like?”

When Taejin eyed clothes hanging in the boutique, when he bought cakes at the hotel bakery, Taeseok couldn’t help but picture another man’s wife wearing those clothes and gently cutting into that cake with a fork.

Things I could do too… no, things I wanted to do, which made it even more miserable.

Taeseok began collecting gifts even though he had no one to give them to.

It was strange. The more his house filled with women’s belongings, the emptier his heart became.

Taeseok’s nerves grew sharper with each passing day.

“Taeseok!”

“…If it’s not urgent, don’t bring up other topics. I’m busy.”

“Well, goodness…”

“Get out.”

“…Alright. I’ll handle it myself…”

Even while signing with expensive fountain pens, leading people with polished shoes, and living a life where someone lit his cigarettes, his heart remained hollow.

Huijae felt the same emptiness somewhere inside. She listlessly tapped the keys beside a table stacked with piano sheet music that Taejin had personally bought for her.

Beautiful piano melodies echoed through the spacious living room.

Right after meeting Taeseok, she had been happy. What words could fully express the joy of seeing someone she’d missed was alive and well?

But what about after that?

Every time they went somewhere as a couple, she heard talk about Taeseok. Every time she heard he’d be Seoul’s most eligible bachelor, it felt like cracks were forming in her heart.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Really, this shouldn’t be happening…

Every time she saw him talking to other women, every time he showed expressions she’d never seen, every time his walking figure grew distant.

She wanted to call his name.

Like back then.

She didn’t even know what she wanted to do. She just wanted to call his name. Taeseok. Like that…

“You seem to have taken a liking to the piano.”

Taejin, returning home, smiled gently at Huijae sitting on the piano bench.

Her husband approached, loosening his tie with one hand, and sat close beside her.

“I’m curious what piece you’ve been practicing, dear.”

“My skills are still poor. I’d be embarrassed to play for you.”

Taejin gently stopped Huijae’s hand as she tried to close the piano lid and skillfully tapped the keys.

It was “Salut d’Amour” that had echoed at their wedding.

“Oh my. I’ve neglected practice and my skills have dulled considerably too.”

So Huijae wouldn’t feel embarrassed, Taejin playfully made a few mistakes.

Every time he played the beautiful piano piece, his shirted forearm pressed close to Huijae’s arm. The warmth was comforting.

“Shall we practice piano together sometimes? For you to develop your interest, and for me to regain my rusty skills.”

He was always a man who poured love onto her parched heart. Not overflowing, but never lacking either… Huijae smiled and nodded.

The wedding photo hanging behind the harmonious couple gleamed smoothly today.

[Great Garland Gallery]

[Taejin is the real Benz, there’s no man like him, this side is definitely the one and only]

[Let’s live as three, since it’s come to this, let’s all go together lololol]

[Story addicts, tell me straight – is it okay as long as adultery is beautiful?]

[They’re ruining my Huijae’s character portrayal, damn it, I’m sick of sacrificing female characters to save two male characters lol]

“Honestly, up to this point, Han Yeoreum was winning by a landslide, right?”

“I thought she couldn’t beat child actress Huijae.”

The reporters at Daily Media were now watching the live broadcast.

After watching episode 1 together, they implicitly gathered to watch whenever Weland aired, never stopping their chatter.

The reunion clip of adult Taeseok and Huijae reached 1 million views in a short time.

But it still couldn’t compare to the impact of the child actor scenes.

In views and comments, the child actor scenes were winning by a landslide.

“Really, we all expected that! B.U.T! There was a reason Eun Baekhap came out grinding her teeth.”

However, Writer An had flipped a famous scene here.

* * *

Hanamura was still Hanamura. Not long after Huijae returned to Korea, he barged in unreasonably.

“So, the child?”

Coming straight to the point, his gaze fixed sharply on Huijae’s lower abdomen.

“Still nothing? Still?”

“…”

At times like this, Huijae always thought of circus elephants she’d once read about in a book.

Poor beasts that, when captured very young and chained tightly around the ankles, would live their entire lives bound by that memory even after being freed.

“You stupid thing! Do you think I married you into that family for nothing? If you just bear a son, all that family’s wealth becomes yours! Still being lazy, tsk.”

The memory of being beaten still hurt, the memory of being locked in dark rooms still frightened her, the memory of hunger still terrified her, and the memory of people’s resentful stares still stung.

“Continuing the lineage is a woman’s duty! Right now Robert only looks at you, but do you think that’ll last for years? Men, you see…”

“The master will be home soon.”

So this was the maximum courage Huijae could muster.

“He’s been in a bad mood lately and doesn’t particularly like unexpected guests visiting like this.”

Using her husband’s name to drive away her father. Even knowing it was miserable and pathetic, she had no choice.

It still felt like the shackles around her ankles were clanking.

“Tsk. Without a child, you can’t even handle your husband properly. Just livestock lounging around the house.”

Hanamura put his bowler hat back on and turned away. After making a unilateral announcement that he’d visit properly in a few days.

-Please just die ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

-Seok-hwan, it’s time to show your psychopath side, go wild with Hanamura

-Cover our baby Heejae’s ears.. Our little baby should never hear such bad words ㅜㅜㅜ

-Why is the acting so good, seriously my fists shake every time I watch this shit

“Ma’am…?”

Huijae sat still for a long time with cold tea in front of her. When a servant who couldn’t bear to watch called her name, she jumped up.

“I’ll go out for a moment.”

Huijae refused the driver and drove out alone. Her small hands gripping the steering wheel trembled violently.

No matter how much she rode in cars, boats, and planes, she was still stuck in the same place. Her whole life had been within walls.

That’s when it happened. Someone belatedly entered Huijae’s vision as she was swept up in emotions and couldn’t see ahead properly.

Screech-!

She slammed the brakes with a loud tire screech. She had definitely hit someone with her car.

“Just now, in front, a person…was…”

Huijae, who had buried her head against the steering wheel, slowly raised her face with her jaw trembling.

It was a secluded place, so no one had witnessed this scene. She could have easily fled if she wanted to.

But Huijae steadied her breathing and opened the car door without hesitation.

“Ah…”

A woman lay collapsed under the hood. Huijae quickly approached her.

“Are you alright? I’m truly sorry. I’ll get a doctor right away…”

“I just got startled and fell on my own. Well, that car looks more expensive…”

The woman, who had no calculating mind, kicked away with her own feet an opportunity to make a hefty sum.

Though she said she was fine, she wasn’t in particularly good condition. Her hands and knees were all scraped and bleeding.

Huijae took out a handkerchief from her bosom and examined her.

“The car doesn’t matter at all. I’ll take you to a doctor and pay for the trouble I’ve caused.”

“I don’t have time to go see a doctor. Just give me a little money for medicine and that’ll be fine. I have to get to work…”

The woman was in a situation where missing even one day of work would make it difficult to put food on the table tomorrow. Huijae, who was wiping the blood with her handkerchief, looked at the old-looking wound on her knee.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

The fallen posture, the scar on her knee, the somehow familiar dialect. Huijae immediately recognized who she was.

She had remained as a lingering resentment in her heart for so long that she couldn’t fail to recognize her.

“Did you perhaps live in Jinhae before?”

“I did, but…”

She was the young girl who had been slapped by Hanamura after being caught while running errands for Huijae’s dress shoes.

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