He didn't acknowledge her as his wife .
He could barely even look at her , sometimes .
And all along , Sheen Lee was there , reassuring Yung Hera that she would take care of it , since she and Yung Hera were best friends , and because Sheen Lee and Cha Min were child hood friends . Yung Hera thought that Sheen Lee was telling Cha Min of her good points , of how good of a wife she was , and slowly change his mind .
Little did she know that Sheen Lee meaning of ' taking care of him ' was vastly different from hers .
While she slaved everyday like a house keeper , They were enjoying exploring the sheets in the master bedroom where she slept at night . While she was being made of fun by her mother - in - law for being too ugly , Sheen Lee was slowly becoming the dignified daughter - in - law that Mrs . Cha had always wanted .
While she looked at Cha Min with loves truck eyes he was already looking at
someone else with love .
Right now , as the two girls faced each other , their fates had been definitely reversed .
Sheen Lee slowly curled her lip as she glanced at the decrepit Yung Hera .
" What are you doing here ? Don't you know that trash are not allowed in our home ?"
Yung Hera flinched . That large mansion was once her home . Now , she couldn't even enter the front gates .
" I need to see him ," she repeated , clenching her fists .
" Where did you get that confidence ? Sheen Lee sneered at her with contempt .
" He doesn't want to see you . Infact , he told me that waking up next to you during all those years felt like he was trapped in an endless nightmare . Now at least , he could wake up and see my beautiful face . YOU'RE TRASH , YUNG HERA ! "
Although she was already used to his insults , Yung Hera could still feel her heart breaking .
Just how many times had that man broke it , and broke it again after it scarred , and still she clung to him , begging for scraps of his love .
T^T .