Playing House with My Enemy

Chapter 5: The Kitchen Confrontation

The next morning, I woke up early and got ready to visit David at the hospital before heading to the office.

Just as I was heading toward the front door, Sun stepped directly into my path, crossing his arms. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I don't think I need to answer you about where I'm going," I replied coldly, trying to walk around him. "Mind your own business."

Before I could take another step, he grabbed my wrist and shoved me backward. My lower back slammed hard against the edge of the dining table.

"Sun! Let go of me!" I gasped, wincing at the dull thud of pain.

"You better start talking to me properly," he threatened, leaning in close, his voice dark and tight. "Or else there will be consequences."

I pushed against his chest to create space, keeping my gaze locked onto his. "You have already got what you wanted out of this mess. It's better if we don't interfere in each other's personal lives, Mr. Sun. Or do I need to inform Uncle right now that you're forcing me?"

Sun leaned down even closer, his shadow completely covering me. The scent of his expensive cologne made my stomach turn with pure disgust.

"Forcing you to do what?" he murmured mockingly. "Don't I have the right to know where my wife is going?"

I yanked my arm out of his grip with all my strength and took a deliberate step back. "Don't play the husband card with me! And don't try flirting with me like you do with all those other women. Maintain your distance, or you really are going to face big consequences."

Sun scoffed, letting out a dry, arrogant laugh. "You sure love to threaten me, don't you? You should be happy that I'm your legal husband. Do you have any idea how many women would die to marry me?"

I snapped, my patience completely snapping. "Is that why your fiancée ran away from the wedding?! She didn't care about your billions—which aren't even yours to begin with! All that money and hard work belongs to your father. All you do is leech off him and waste his money on luxury cars and girls! Do you even know what love actually means?!"

Sun just smirked, completely unfazed by my words. "What does love mean, anyway? Having s*x, spending time together, kissing, touching... that's it. Pleasure is all love really means."

"You're an absolute, hollow bastard," I spat, glaring at him with pure contempt. "Stay away from me. Even looking at your face makes me sick."

I turned on my heel and marched out of the house. Behind me, I heard the sharp shatter of glass as he smashed something against the wall in a rage. I didn't care one bit. In fact, if he cut himself on the broken glass, it would serve him right.

I drove straight to the hospital and rushed into David's room. He was lying on the bed, wrapped in bandages.

I took his hand in mine, my voice softening. "David, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Julie," he said, squeezing my fingers gently. "How are you? Is he... is he hurting you?"

Before I could answer, an irritating, familiar voice echoed from the doorway.

"Well, well. My wife came all the way here to see her friend—or should I say, her ex-boyfriend. Naturally, I had to come and introduce myself personally."

My stomach dropped. I whipped around to see Sun standing in the doorway, dressed smoothly as if he hadn't just smashed a glass minutes ago.

"How the hell did you get in here?!" I yelled. "Get lost!"

Sun stepped into the room, walked straight up to me, and wrapped his arm tightly around my shoulders, pulling me firmly against his side. "How could I stay away from my newlywed wife? Isn't this supposed to be our honeymoon period?"

"Sun, don't you dare—" I warned, my skin crawling.

Sun ignored me and locked eyes with David, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "So, David... do you know what husbands and wives do after they get married?"

David's gaze darted between the two of us, his expression darkening with shock and confusion.

Sun leaned in slightly, his tone dripping with malice. "If you still want to continue your little relationship with her even though she's married, I don't really mind. If you like using things that I've already used, go right ahead."

My blood ran cold, then boiled with pure, explosive rage. I hated him. More than anyone or anything else in this world, I hated him with everything inside me.

"Why are you saying things that never happened?!" I shouted, shoving him away. "I would never allow you anywhere near me! Don't you dare try to make David misunderstand!"

Sun just chuckled, his expression completely merciless. "Misunderstand? Come on, David, you know what kind of guy I am. Do you really think that with food this beautiful sitting right in front of me—and with us legally married—I’d just leave it untouched?"

I raised my hand and slapped him as hard as I could across the face. "You absolute bastard! Why are you doing this?!"

Sun’s eyes darkened. Before I could pull back, he grabbed my waist tightly, yanking me against his chest.

"Let her go!" David shouted, trying to sit up from his hospital bed, his face pale with strain.

Sun tightened his grip on my waist, ignoring David’s struggle. "She's mine for a year. You'd better stay away from her during that time. Once I've had my fill, you can have her back and use her as much as you want. But until then, don't show your face around her or make her come running here—unless you want more than just one broken leg."

I thrashed against him, finally tearing myself out of his hold. But Sun stepped right back into my space, his eyes locking onto mine with cold arrogance.

"And you better behave," he warned, leaning down. "You are my legal wife until our divorce. Act like an obedient one. I won't let you ruin my reputation or my bright career, and I certainly won't let you take a single penny from my father."

"Who the hell wants money from your father?!" I shoved his chest hard. "I told you not to interfere in my business, but you just keep pushing it! You're going to pay for this!"

He stepped closer again, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Do you really think I care—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a nurse walked into the room carrying a tray of medication.

In a split second, Sun’s expression shifted entirely. He slid his arm around my waist once more, putting on a smooth, charming smile. "Hello, nurse! I assume you've heard the news by now?"

The nurse’s eyes lit up as she looked at us. "Yes, Sir! We all saw the news. Congratulations to both of you!"

Sun pulled out his wallet, pulled out a thick stack of cash, and handed it to her. "Since my father built this hospital, we didn't want to make a big scene or disturb anyone with a massive celebration. There were already so many guests at the main event, so we couldn't invite everyone . Please, take this money and buy drinks and treats for the entire hospital staff on me."

The nurse beamed, taking the money with a wide smile. "Yes, Sir! Absolutely! Thank you so much!"

As soon as she walked out, David looked at me, his eyes filled with heartache, anger, and utter helplessness.

I turned back to Sun, my body shaking with rage. "Get out of here right now, or I swear to God I will call Uncle this second."

Sun raised his hands mockingly in defeat. "Alright, alright. I have to do whatever my dear wife wants, don't I?" He paused at the door, glancing back at David with a sharp, murderous glint in his eye. "David, you'd better keep my advice in mind. I really hate repeating myself."

With a mocking wave, Sun turned around and strolled out into the hallway, leaving the heavy silence of the room behind him.