KOREAN I Am You

One summer’s night…

Amelia stood on the balcony. Her eyes were affixed to the blue GTR that had just only rolled into the courtyard.

The interior of the car was dark, but she could still make out those fair, slender arms wrapped around a man’s neck, elbows resting on his shoulders. They were exchanging hot, passionate kisses with each other, taking no notice of peekers.

No, they could not be said to be peekers… spectators would be more accurate.

The man’s hand playfully slid beneath the woman’s white skirt.

Clearly, this was not his first time doing it.

The woman arched her head back. Her slender neck was revealed to the world. She spotted Amelia Amore. Her ruby red lips puckered together, provokingly…

Amelia Amore’s eyes were still coldly affixed to the same thing.

Perhaps the first time was heart-wrenching. However, the second… the third…

As the scandalous scene played right in front of her eyes slowly lost the initial shock, they took it a step further, moving their secret rendezvous from the hotel to the house, and perhaps even the wedding chamber of Amelia’s first married night — of which decorated by her own hand — her heart eventually lost all sensation.

Amelia begged with no sense of self-worth and without any dignity. She pleaded to Julian to stay with her.

Even so, the end was nigh.

However long the two had their fun in the car, however long she remained watching.

She exited the balcony when the man finally came out of the car, his face wry with satisfaction.

The three crossed each other in the living room.

When Amelia came into view, the man’s eyebrow arched, displeased.

“What is it now?”

“Julian Tudor, I want a divorce.”

“A divorce, you say?”

Julian Tudor snorted, as if the god of comedy had just presented him the joke of the century.

He turned to the side and planted a deep, passionate kiss onto the lips of the woman beside him. He even licked around the corner of her lips flippantly before he returned to the conversation. He turned to Amelia and expressively pronounced each word with a short pause in between, saying, “In. Your. Dreams!”

“But… Why?”

The facade of calmness that she wore on her face slipped. She had genuinely thought the reason Julian being with her half-sister from another mother time and again — with each more provocative than the last — was all an act to force Amelia into being the one to file for divorce.

She was naive once. She could not let go of the feelings she had for Julian. After all, they were childhood friends. She had merely assumed that Julian fell prey to Halley’s succubus’ spell.

But now, even when she had thought things through and she wanted to have a divorce, only to be given an unexpected reply.

“Why? You dare ask me why!?”

Julian’s eyes burned with enmity as they locked onto Amelia. His face was savage as he barked, “Amelia Amore, you betrayed me then and you will take my revenge now. I will never divorce you nor will I ever lay a finger on you! It doesn’t end there! I will have you witness the love Halley and I have! You will watch us!”

“Julian! What have I done?”

Friends since a tender age, relationships built as they grew, culminating in their shared happiness upon entering the marriage chamber. That was supposed to be the endgame of the pursuit of happiness. However, it was turning out to be the beginning of her nightmare.

She had no clue, no hint whatsoever of what she did wrong.

“Stop with the innocent act! It’s repulsive!” Julian roared.

He wrapped his arms around Halley’s waist before turning around towards the exit.

“Baby dear, tonight, we’ll find privacy in our own home.”

“Alright dear. I’ll make something nice for you later!”

Amelia could feel the contents of her stomach churn when she heard Halley’s sickeningly sweet voice. For a split second, her pale face cracked a bitter smile.

Not even a divorce, huh?

If that was decided, there was no need for her to stay foolish!

She smiled coldly. She turned and went upstairs. When she came down again, she was in a new set of clothes. No longer was her body covered in conservative, household garments. A seductively short dress that hugged her posterior had taken over. Red was her color, like the flames that once burnt the moth that was her. But she no longer wanted to be the moth. Tonight, she would let herself bloom fully.

Half an hour later, Amelia ignored the gazes of surprise and stares of lust. She walked to the bar and sat down.

“I’ll have a ‘No Sleep Tonight’!”