Chapter 125: CH 125: Didn’t come to knock (WMR3)
Kim Hyun leaned casually against the edge of the table, his voice smooth and deliberate, each word dragging like a chain across the floor.
"You know," he began, "fate’s got a strange sense of humor. Two months, that’s all it took. After you left me to rot, the system glitched, or maybe someone got paid off. It doesn’t matter. One day I’m lying on a moldy mattress, counting cockroaches. Next thing I know, I’m walking out through the front gate, no shackles, no questions."
He paused, tilting his head as he studied her, Sun, the woman he once called his. The woman now chained to a bed like a prized animal that dared to bite.
"I thought of coming to see you right after," he continued, the edges of his voice sharpening beneath the calm, "but I had things to take care of. People to deal with. The world was already crumbling, and I had to make sure I stayed on top of the heap. But then I hear you’d vanished. Burned your old life to the ground wiped out every trace. Changed your name. Deleted everything. Moved to... what was it again? That dump with more rust than people, Eldon Town, right?"
He let out a low chuckle, stepping closer, his face still hidden behind the red mask. "Funny enough, you changed your name, but still continued to use my surname, how wonderful is that?! Kim Sun!" He let out a menacing laughter.
"Even after all that, I still found you. In a rundown town, hiding behind a new name, like that could keep me away." His tone turned mockingly affectionate. "I should’ve come sooner, I know. But the apocalypse, well, it was a gift really. Took care of all the noise, all the obstacles. And now..." his hand lifted as if to present her, "...look at you. Still beautiful. Still mine. Hello again, wife."
Sun met his gaze without flinching. Her lips curled in disgust as she gathered saliva and spat hard, the glob striking his mask and sliding down the cheek.
"We divorced sixteen years ago," she snarled, her voice shaking with fury. "I’m not your wife, you sick, pedophilic bastard!"
For a moment, there was silence, thick and suffocating silence. Then Hyun chuckled, his voice was low but venomous. "Still fiery. That’s what I liked about you." He walked a slow circle around the bed, his fingers grazing the cold iron frame. "Ah, and of course, you’re still angry about your cousin. What was her name again? The pretty one."
He sighed theatrically. "That was an accident actually. I didn’t mean to kill her. Things got... messy."
He leaned closer, just enough for his voice to drop into a soft, chilling whisper. "But hey, I could always try again. On someone else. Someone you’re not related to."
He paused, letting the implication settle like ash. Then he smiled. "Ella. That’s it, right?"