Divorce Contract C35(NSFW)

Chapter 35

Content Warning: The followingcontains abuse, coercion, and disturbing themes.

Go Igyeol, clutching his hands tightly together in front of him, realized at last that Seo Dohyeon had never intended to truly listen from the very beginning. No matter what he said, no matter how many times he insisted otherwise, Dohyeon would never believe him.

“The day you went for your academy counseling—why did you hide that you met Na Seonwoo?”

“…What?”

“His pheromones were smeared all over you, yet what did you say to me? You lied, said you didn’t meet anyone.”

“That’s because you hate me seeing Seonwoo…!”

At his excuse, Dohyeon leaned forward, closing the distance until Igyeol turned his head away.

“So because I dislike it, that makes lying acceptable? Didn’t you ever learn as a child that lying is wrong, Go Igyeol?”

“…At that time…”

“You hid it because you felt guilty. That friend has been working at Na Seunghui’s office since January. Don’t tell me you ‘ran into him by coincidence’—that’s another lie. You lie more naturally than you eat.”

Crushing the can in his hand, Dohyeon continued. His cold gaze fixed on Igyeol, who had once again begun to cry. There had been a time when those tears stirred tenderness in him, but now they were nothing but tiresome.

“I don’t know where, or how, you spread your legs—but if you were going to do it, you should’ve at least used contraception properly.”

“……”

“Does that bastard who knocked you up know what you go through every night?”

Only then did Igyeol realize who Dohyeon suspected. A disaster born of a single lie and Seonwoo’s lingering pheromone. Though they had barely met a handful of times, in Dohyeon’s mind, a complete story had already been constructed during Igyeol’s absence.

“No, it’s not like that, it’s a misunderstanding. Really—Seonwoo, I only happened to meet him that time. We weren’t even close in college, just classmates. He really—!”

“Do I need to hear any more of this?”

“…It’s really not true, it’s a misunderstanding. I swear, it’s not…”

“I thought you were naïve, but you’re more brazen than I expected. That’s why I don’t feel even a shred of guilt about raping you.”

The corners of Igyeol’s tear-filled eyes quivered. He couldn’t even voice reproach, even though Dohyeon’s words were chosen solely to wound him. Tears rolled down his reddened cheeks, his fists clenched tightly as he whispered:

“…I won’t… forgive you either. Hhk… No matter how many times you apologize… I’ll never forgive you.”

“Do as you please. I don’t recall having done anything to beg your forgiveness for.”

His trembling voice was wracked with sobs. Igyeol closed his eyes and repeated to himself over and over that he would never forgive him. Dohyeon, hearing his muttering, offered no reply and left the dining room.

Leaning against the refrigerator, Igyeol slowly slid to the floor. Tears came every day. His life felt like nothing but hell, each day survived by sheer endurance. Would it ever end? Would it end once the baby was born?

“I won’t forgive you either… never… never…”

He vowed he would never forget what Dohyeon had done to him, from the very beginning until now. His clenched fists trembled pitifully. After crying until his eyes were raw, he rubbed them with the heel of his hand and finally forced himself to stand. Even amidst his sorrow, hunger gnawed at him. Opening the fridge again, he slipped a tomato under his clothes and carried it back to his room.

Once a week, without fail, Dohyeon took Igyeol to the obstetrician to check the baby’s growth and review the ultrasound together. Past twenty-five weeks, the fetus was thriving, drawing nourishment from Igyeol’s body.

As soon as they returned home—with Igyeol prescribed a doubled dosage of pheromone supplements—Dohyeon took him again. The ultrasound image floated through his mind. The monstrous thing ruining their relationship was growing well, while he alone was unraveling.

Sex was violent, frenzied, to the point that a beating might have been kinder. Igyeol no longer said it hurt. Whenever a cry escaped, Dohyeon silenced it by covering his mouth, even controlling his breath.

Slap, squelch—smack, squelch! The crude sounds of flesh colliding and slick penetration filled the air. Igyeol clutched his belly, muffling his sobs. Each deep thrust made him reflexively rise, only to be shoved back down again, and again. As if routine now, Dohyeon’s cock swelled inside him.

“Ah, ahhk…! Hhh—no, stop…”

The moment he spoke the word “stop,” his mouth was instantly covered. Igyeol clung to Dohyeon’s arm, trying to hold out, before finally losing consciousness. His stamina had declined so badly that even one or two rounds were beyond his endurance. Only when Igyeol’s body went limp did Dohyeon finally let go.

His lips were torn, bleeding from biting down to endure. His body was a wreck—skin and bones draped in a map of bruises, large and small. He hadn’t even been struck, yet his back, legs, and ankles were mottled blue. Lately, he had begun to nosebleed in his sleep; Kwon Heekang, handling the laundry, had often reported clothes soaked in blood, worried he might be injured.

Even dominant male omegas struggled with pregnancy and childbirth. But Igyeol was recessive, sustained only on supplements without the aid of pheromone showers. Poor health was inevitable. Dohyeon, staring at the body soaked in every imaginable fluid, finally bent down and draped a fallen shirt over him.

Earlier at the hospital, the doctor had cautioned them to avoid strenuous intercourse. Such intensity could endanger both the mother and the fetus, especially now in mid-pregnancy. Yet neither Igyeol nor Dohyeon reacted. When the doctor suggested pheromone showers would help more than supplements for a recessive, weakened omega, Dohyeon raised his voice in anger.

The doctor worried over Igyeol’s continued weight loss. He had lost four kilograms since before the pregnancy. Considering the fetus and amniotic fluid, it was a dangerous sign. But when Igyeol’s obvious agitation was noticed, the doctor softened his tone, soothing him that weight sometimes decreased with severe morning sickness, and urged him to find food he could tolerate. He reassured that the fetus was healthy and growing well, so the mother’s health was the priority. Igyeol only nodded, staring at his hands.

Dohyeon looked at his hollowed cheeks. He had never seen him eat. Granted, he only saw him at night. According to Heekang’s reports, Igyeol barely touched food, sleeping most of the day and surviving on bread or cereal rather than proper meals.

In the past, Dohyeon might have told Heekang to prepare something suitable. But now, no such thought occurred. Whenever he was with Igyeol, madness overtook him. To have brought back a spouse who had committed adultery and run away, only to find him pregnant with another man’s child—yet still crave him—was unbearable.

Even buried in work, Dohyeon inevitably returned home at night. Whatever state Igyeol was in didn’t matter. All that mattered was seizing his frail body. Silencing his cries had become second nature.

It was as though he was desperate to break him. A bond sealed on a single sheet of paper had unraveled into catastrophe, and Dohyeon was convinced it was entirely Igyeol’s fault.

Looking down at him trembling in a cold sweat, Dohyeon exhaled heavily and lifted him into his arms. Only then did the reality of his weight strike him—so alarmingly light it startled even Dohyeon. On paper, the numbers hadn’t seemed dire. But holding him made it clear: no matter how much he despised him, this couldn’t continue.

“…Seo Dohyeon-ssi.”

Laid on the bed, Igyeol’s eyelids fluttered open. His cracked voice called out tentatively.

“What.”

Through sheer effort, Igyeol forced his heavy lids open, staring intently at him with a face worn with exhaustion. He looked just as he had the first time Dohyeon’s heart had raced at the sight of him. That man had not changed. Yet their relationship had decayed beyond recognition. Staring longer than usual, Igyeol finally spoke with a resigned, parched gaze.

“Could you… release a little pheromone for me?”

“Do you feel no shame? You really have no conscience, Go Igyeol.”

“……”

“I doubled your supplement dosage. Don’t skip it.”