In This Life, I Want an Oscar, Not a Husband - Chapter 44

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This life, I choose The Oscars over a husband.
Chapter 44

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“Kang Ye-reum….”
On the colorful tiled floor, Kang Ye-reum and I lay together on the bedding that the owner of this house—Heo Kyung-hoe’s wife, Shin Se-yeon—had laid out for us.
“Are you asleep?”
When I asked, Kang Ye-reum rolled over toward me and spoke.
“What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”
Kang Ye-reum patted my shoulder as if soothing a child.
By the way, Hong Jong-ho brought all of our belongings.
He even moved the entire wardrobe.
Hong Jong-ho was always anxious about me entering the dark alley, so he would glance around the area before leaving, or so he said.
Then today, he happened to meet Kang Ye-reum, and since there were people fighting nearby, he was bringing her home when—
‘He met Ha Kyung-soo.’
Coincidence upon coincidence, and concern layered upon concern, led to this outcome.
“Don’t worry. From now on, Hong Jong-ho will drive you back and forth.”
“That’s not it….”
I found myself crying because of Kang Ye-reum, who was only thinking of herself even now.
What right did I have to say anything, when in my past life I turned my back on you without hesitation?
What right did I have, when I came home without any explanation and treated you however I pleased?
Yet you do this for me.
For me.
There were people who treated me harshly despite being family, and there were people who treated me most preciously despite being strangers.
I had no idea the world was like this in my past life.
I swallowed my tears and spoke to Kang Ye-reum.
“What about you? You need to go to school too.”
“Huh? The graduation project is over, so there’s no reason to go to school.”
“You’re lying.”
I pouted at Kang Ye-reum as I looked at her face.
“You need to get recommendation letters from your professors. And you have to do an internship….”
“Oh, that.”
Kang Ye-reum cleared her throat and looked away.
“That’s something I can do slowly. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“But because of me—”
“Ha Eun-rae. I really hate hearing that.”
“What?”
“Why is it because of you? It’s because of your brother. When I end up staying at your place after being abused and stalked by my boyfriend, are you going to blame me for it?”
“Of course not!”
I widened my eyes and stood up from my seat.
“I’m going to kill that bastard.”
As I glared, Kang Ye-reum giggled.
“Obviously. Hey, think about it from my perspective. And another thing?”
Kang Ye-reum smacked her lips as she spoke.
“So… you know that outfit I wore at the Fashion Show? Because of that, my account got pretty well-known?”
“Huh? Oh…”
Now that I thought about it, it made sense.
The photos Park Seo-woo took had become a hot topic even on foreign SNS.
“So I’ve been getting offers from all over the place? Especially styling jobs?”
“Styling?”
I tilted my head, and Kang Ye-reum sat up as she spoke.
“Yeah. You know, dressing up celebrities. Coordinating outfits.”
Coordinating, huh.
I’d never once imagined Kang Ye-reum doing that kind of work.
After all, she’d always been a designer.
“Didn’t you want to create your own designs?”
“That’s what I thought.”
“That’s what you thought?”
“I realized something while working on my graduation project. Most designers, when they make clothes, they think of them as their own masterpiece, right? So they pour their artistic vision into the piece. But I don’t have that. I just see you and think, ‘I want to dress you in this,’ or ‘The MillionX members’ styling turned out really well this time.’ That’s what I find most fun. So I decided.”
Kang Ye-reum’s eyes sparkled as she spoke.
“After all, the prettiest clothes are the ones someone else made.”
“Ah… um…”
Did things connect like that?
But thinking back to my past life, when Kang Ye-reum was always struggling with design, this didn’t seem like such a bad choice.
Besides, she was better at bringing out clothes by adding just a touch of flair to ordinary pieces.
“So I got an offer to take on idol outfit reforming. What do you think?”
I smiled brightly at her words and answered.
“I love it. Honestly, I want you to do whatever makes you happy.”
I squeezed Kang Ye-reum’s hand tightly.
“It’s okay to wander a bit. I’ll take care of you while you figure things out.”
From now on, I will absolutely soar to success.
For Hong Jong-ho, who worried about me on that dark night.
For you, who came running to me in a heartbeat.
For Heo Kyung-hoe, who gave me his house out of concern for me.
“Oh my. What is this? A proposal?”
I let out a soft laugh at Kang Ye-reum’s playful teasing.
“Yeah, it’s a proposal.”

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The next morning.
“Wow! Pretty unnie, you’re so pretty!”
The two little ones had their kindergarten bags on, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Kids! Mom has to go to the Company! Come on out!”
Shin Se-yeon called to her two daughters while scanning me from head to toe.
Under that cold gaze, I froze once more—
“You look beautiful.”
But the next words were praise.
Why did she give compliments in such a way….
I bowed awkwardly in response.
“Thank you.”
Of course I looked beautiful.
After all, Kang Ye-reum had styled this outfit for me.

“Hmm…. You’re going on a YouTube Variety Show? The one you mentioned before—Purgatory? Then this is too understated.”

Kang Ye-reum shook her head as she looked at the neat jeans, blouse, and tweed jacket combination I’d picked out beforehand.

“That character is incredibly strong, right? Of course, if you look too strong, there’s no charm either.”

What is this professionalism?
I was a bit taken aback.
Kang Ye-reum, are you really about to hit it big as a stylist?
She wasn’t just picking clothes that matched the character—her analysis of how an actress would appear to the public was flawless.

“You’re about the same size as me anyway, right? You’re a bit thinner, but honestly, size doesn’t really matter for something like this.”

As she did, Kang Ye-reum dressed me in a fitted knit with a cutout detail.
And below that, she paired it with slightly puffy Bermuda shorts—
completing the look with pristine white crew socks and black Mary Jane shoes.
“Oh… it’s a bit unbalanced, but… it works. It’s pretty.”
Heo Kyung-hoe, who had just come downstairs, looked at me with an expression of pleasant surprise.
“These ripped details on the pants and sleeves? Is this the trend these days?”
“Oh, I reformed those myself. I thought they’d look nice.”
“What does Eun-rae’s friend do for work?”
Heo Kyung-hoe set a protein shake in front of me, then placed curry in front of Hong Jong-ho and Kang Ye-reum as he asked.
My diet, by the way, was under Hong Jong-ho’s strict management.
‘Tch.’
“Oh, I majored in fashion. Those photos from the fashion show that caused such a stir with Eun-rae? I made those clothes.”
Upon hearing that, Heo Kyung-hoe’s eyes widened.
“What? So in the future…?”
“I was thinking of becoming a designer… but.”
Kang Ye-reum rolled her eyes at me.
“I’m considering switching to styling instead. Well, the pay isn’t great, but honestly, starting out in either field doesn’t pay well anyway.”
“Oh…”
Heo Kyung-hoe’s eyes sparkled.
That’s when I suddenly remembered something I’d forgotten amidst last night’s chaos.
My stylist!
Heo Kyung-hoe grinned widely and spoke to Kang Ye-reum.
“By any chance, would you be interested in a job that pays… a bit better? I could offer you my parents’ massage chair…!”
That blasted massage chair!
Just then, Heo Kyung-hoe’s phone rang.
And soon—
“What? Photos of Ha were taken in front of the Police Station? Hold on a second. Oh, tell the reporters to wait too. I’ll provide official materials.”
As if on cue, trouble erupted.

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