The Vicious Wife

Hallucinations

Tang Deuki narrowed his eyes at the dimly lit pathway that he saw Roseanne taking earlier. A while ago, he thought that this pathway would lead him to the girl's bathroom but he was wrong. It seemed that this pathway leads to a more secluded section of the event hall. A small smile escaped his lips as he thought about Roseanne; the smooth jade-like skin on her legs looked very alluring.

Though Lei had warned him over and over again not to look for Rosella as it would only spell trouble, Tang Deuki didn't care. He was someone who would always do what is on his mind. Inwardly, he was sure that Rosella or Roseanne would succumb to his advances and if they were lucky, someone might even see them together and spread some rumors. Then, to squash those rumors, he could say that he would take responsibility for her and all would be good.

Tang Deuki was confident that Roseanne was still the same woman as she was seven years ago; a loose woman who was easy to sleep with. In his eyes, she was nothing but a tramp, a woman who would be easily tempted by good looks and money. In short, someone like him. Roseanne's sexual preference should not have changed that much right?

If she could casually sleep with a man that she picked up at a bar, what more him, someone she actually knew. How could a woman who readily accepts sexual advances from a stranger resists someone like him? Not only was he good-looking, he was also rich and influential. There was no reason for her to decline his offer right? He was sure that he was what every woman look for in a man and that many women would fight to get into his pants.

Tang Deuki smiled once again when he saw that this pathway was leading them to a dimly lit terrace. He roamed his eyes and immediately spotted a woman who was talking to somebody on her phone. Though the woman had her back facing him, the tulle dress that the woman was wearing was an obvious giveaway that this woman was Rosella. Her hair was in a messy bun, showing a little of her pale white neck.

"Alright... call me again tomorrow. I miss you." Tang Deuki heard a soft voice echo, making him feel even more giddy inside. It was a voice he fondly remembered from the past, a voice that was soft and gentle. Tang Deuki watched as Roseanne leaned against the railings of the terrace while watching the cityscape below. They were on the seventeenth floor, so the view from where they were at was extremely spectacular.

With a sinister smile on his lips, Tang Deuki suddenly hugged the woman from behind, earning a surprise shriek from the latter. "Shhh... it's okay... it's me... Deuki... don't you remember me, Rosella?" he said, his voice full of undisguised lust as he started to move his hands hurriedly all over the woman's body, groping her.

When Tang Deuki felt Roseanne struggle, he immediately tightened his hold on her and used his hand to cover her mouth instinctively. His moves were agile and natural, as if he had done this many times before. Tang Deuki loved women and he always had a way with women, whether they were willing or unwilling. Nothing happened to him so far because his status alone would bail him out of any sticky situation with women.

"The more you struggle, the more this will hurt you. Why don't you relax and enjoy the view from here?" Tang Deuki's sinister voice once again echoed as he furrowed his brows. The fact that he was feeling this heat building inside him was something that he did not expect. However, he immediately concluded this as the effect of the glass of scotch that he drank earlier.

His heart rate seemed to be accelerating even more when he felt Rosella struggling in his arms. This immediately fueled the lust that he had been feeling inside which started when he was watching her smiling and talking to the designers earlier. And just like a mad man, Tang Deuki lost it in the heat of the moment.

....

"Don't worry, Rosella, I will take responsibility for you," he said as he closed the zipper of his trousers. "You really should stop crying now. It's not as if I was your first," he squatted next to the woman who was crying on the floor. Her hair was in a mess, covering her face.

"Stop crying already," he sternly said, a little irritated. "I can leave my fiancée and marry you. I'm sure my family won't object this time." He patted the woman's head with a little smile on his face. However, his smile immediately disappeared when the woman lifted her head to look at him.

"Really, Young Master Tang? You will marry me?"

Horror could be seen on Tang Deuki's face as the woman before him gave him a little smile. "You- You are not Rosella!" he almost yelled in shock. The woman before him was wearing the exact same clothes as Roseanne, even their frames and heights were about the same. How could...

"Who the hell are you?" he quickly stood up and looked coldly at the woman sitting on the ground. To his surprise, the woman suddenly ceased crying and calmly fixed her hair. She then rose from the ground and stood up so that she was no longer looking up at Tang Deuki but eye-to-eye.

"Deuki ah, don't you remember me?" she smiled at him. Her eyes were sparkling as she watched Tang Deuki widening his eyes before his face turned pale. He then took a step back and almost stumbled in the process.

"You- You...."

"I... What Deuki? Didn't you miss me?" she took a step towards him.

"Get away from me...." Tang Deuki said before taking another step back. "You are supposed to be dead! I saw you die!"

In response, the woman stared intently at him, the smile on her face even became more prominent. "Did I?"

"No... I... This can't be happening. I must be hallucinating." Tang Deuki covered his ears and shut his eyes as he continued to murmur incoherently. The woman in front of him should have been dead. So how could she be standing in front of him right now? Then a cold wind hit him, making him shiver in the process. His hands subconsciously made its way into his coat and he hugged his coat tighter to his body. "Get away! I am hallucinating! Hallucinations!"

When Tang Deuki did not hear any response, he slowly opened his eyes and swallowed hard. Another cold wind hit his stiff body, causing him to tremble. His heart was racing and his head was aching.

Nothing.

There was no one there... no one was in front of him. He immediately roamed his eyes around the entire terrace space before him and found that nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

"Deuki?"

Tang Deuki almost jumped out in fright when he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Deuki, I have been looking for you. When I noticed Roseanne back at the party while you disappeared, I got worried for a second. What happened to you? Why do you look so pale? Did you see a ghost?" Lei asked before laughing.