But what if Kristen decides to ask for a divorce from you and leaves the house for her family's house?!
"What would you do then?!"
She spoke, her eyes fixed on his, which was enveloped by a coldness she'd never seen in her life, a coldness that terrified her at the thought of him doing something that would make him lose his wife!!
"If Kristen hates him and walks away from him, he'll die, and that thought should be etched in his mind forever!!"
He broke their eye contact, directing his gaze toward the pool, causing her to sigh at his actions, which she no longer understood.
"You can't do this!! Kris is madly in love with me, and she hates her family intensely, and even if she did and asked for a divorce, I know how to stop her!"
"I can't believe you've turned into such a despicable and selfish person, Jungkook."
"Watch your words, Mira. No matter what you do, I'm still your older brother. You shouldn't be rude to me."
She bit her lower lip hard, stifling the tears that continued to fall painfully down her cheek. She didn't know how to express her feelings at that moment.
Her brother, his marriage to another woman, his mysterious words and actions, and his conversation, which implied his repressed hatred for the Kristen family, were making her unable to comprehend what was happening.
He stood up proudly, intending to go to his room to get some rest from the headache that was killing him.
"I'll tell my mother, and we'll see how you deal with these problems that will befall you, my handsome brother."
A mysterious smile appeared on his lips before he replied, still turning his back on her.
"I'm thirty-three years old, Mira. I've faced worse problems. I've had experience now. Don't worry, my sexy sister!!"
He left, leaving her sobbing in disgust at his coldness, his provocation, and her curiosity, which wanted to know everything about the girl he called his second wife.
Inside their room, she was sitting in front of the balcony in a short, black nightgown that revealed a little of her chest, with a long black robe tied around her waist.
She crossed one leg over the other, her fingers resting on her wine glass on the table, her eyes closed, her head resting on the back of the chair.
Her mind wanted only one answer!
Why did you break me like this, Jungkook!?...
She raised her glass with her fingers, sipping a little from it from her lips, then returned to placing it on the table.
The fingers of her other hand rose to her neck, touching the chain with a broken spirit.
That necklace was a gift from him on her twentieth birthday, when they were just friends and she was a mischievous, trouble-making, sharp-tongued, and spontaneous girl who charmed him with the slightest action she did, which made him fall in love with her.
"Why is my diamond wandering?"
His hands encircled her arms, stroking them slowly. His hot breath hit her neck where he buried his head.
"I warn you not to touch Jungkook!!"
She ignored his words and moved her body away from him, causing him to frown in displeasure. He didn't like her distancing herself from him!!
"Stop pushing me away, Kristen."
The corner of her mouth rose in mockery as she stood up in front of him, folding her arms under her chest.
"Why don't I push you away from me, Jun? Didn't you? Didn't you marry another woman so she could fulfill your desires since I didn't?"
"I know my flaws and that I'm not perfect for you. I know how crazy I am. I know I'm mentally ill, but I never hurt you with a single word, and I told you clearly to divorce me and for each of us to go our separate ways to you..."
Her lips, which had spoken every word that hurt his heart, were now being attacked by his lips. He kissed her madly, punishing her for humiliating herself because of him.
Her tears streamed smoothly down her cheeks without her responding or pushing him away, as if she were a lifeless wall. Her eyes were closed in pain because of how cruelly he had hurt her lips.
His left hand rebelled towards her waist, encircling her possessively as if she were about to escape from him. His heartbeats began to explode upon hearing her words and remembering her condition.
A painful feeling overwhelmed her when he separated their lips, and even though she didn't reciprocate, she felt empty. Their noses were pressed together, breathing hot breaths.
His right hand moved from her neck to her cheek, gently wiping away her tears. Every time he removed them, more fell.
"I warn you not to say that nonsense again, Chris. Enough. I know I hurt you, but... I loved her!"
She couldn't describe the immense pain that weighed on her heart, making her push him away. After silence had filled the room, her screams became all that could be heard!!
"Are you not satisfied with me to the point that you want to marry another woman? Does your heart dare to love anyone else? If your promises to me were lies?!"
"Kristen, I'm obsessed with you. It's impossible for me to love anyone else!" "Kristen, stop thinking about me leaving you and going to someone else!" "Kristen, my heart belongs to you and only you. Kristen, Kristen, Kristen. Every word that came out of your mouth was a lie."
She screamed madly, breaking everything in her path. She was hysterical, and Jungkook couldn't control her.
That one word from him was the destruction of her soul, and he didn't spare her beatings and insults.
"You're just like them, a traitor, a hypocrite. You don't deserve my love!"
Her hair was disheveled, as if she had just slept, her face covered in kohl from her tears, her heart ached so badly that even hitting him and keeping him away from her couldn't heal it.
He broke her and trampled on her heart harshly, opening up all the wounds of her past...
His grip on her hand tightened, making her back against his chest. He breathed heavily from her intense resistance to him, even at her weakest, refusing to submit to anyone.
He gently ran his lips along her neck, making her tilt her head in disapproval of his touch.
His breath hit her neck, scattering her, making her resist him. From the beginning of the day until this moment, she couldn't comprehend what he had done.
How did he transform their lives in one day like this? How could his heart allow himself to hurt his soul?
"Don't compare me to them, because I'm not like them, Kristen. I'm still your Jungkook, whom you'll forgive no matter what mistakes he makes! Didn't you tell me that?"
His snake-like whisper and the brush of his lips against her earlobe drew her into his arms.
She knew best her husband's toxic actions and how he could control people's minds with honeyed words and a charming smile.
His actions, which some consider mysterious, were only the beginning of his plan to destroy them!!
"If they are scorpions, then you are a poisonous snake, Jeon. You are no different from them. If they are harmful, then you have done twice as much as them, no matter how obsessed you are with me."
She felt his smile against her ear, which made her heartbeat increase frantically. Not out of fear of him, but out of fear of his thoughts. No one could know what he was thinking.
"Believe me, Chris, you haven't seen how toxic and harmful I am yet!"
He pulled her tightly to him, wrapping his arms around her stomach, his face against her cheek.
She closed her eyes at the warmth that surrounded her. She couldn't resist the warmth of his embrace.
How could she hate this embrace she was sheltering in?! He was the only one who made her feel warm and tender.
His actions didn't just hurt her, they hurt him as well. Each of them would be hurt by the other...
For every action, there's a reaction...
"Kristen, keep these words in your ear! No matter what I do, no matter how much I hurt you and those around me, you must trust that I love you more than anything in my life..."
A gentle kiss on her shoulder shook her innermost being.
"You don't do this, Jeon. You don't love me because I'm nothing in your life!"
Her trust in him was gone. He broke her trust in him, just as he broke her wings, which he had suffered to repair for her.
He was her medicine, but he became her disease!
He was about to respond, but she pushed him away without looking at him, hurrying to enter the bathroom, locking the door tightly from the inside.
He bit his lip hard and kicked the table in front of him, shattering the glass and scattering it on the floor. He left the room, slamming the door shut, causing the people inside the bathroom to shudder, sobbing incessantly as she hugged her legs to her chest.
Her hand was placed on her aching heart, and the tears streaming down her cheeks increased her self-loathing.
Hitted whispers escaped her lips as her sobs were incomprehensible, but she only repeated one sentence.
"Take me to you, mother, your daughter, her wing is broken again!!"
Elsewhere...
A terrified gasp escaped her mouth, causing her to wake up from her slumber as she breathed raggedly.
Her eyes scanned the dark room, then looked to her side. Her husband was sound asleep.
She let out a long sigh as she placed her hand on her rapidly beating heart. She turned to her right side, taking the glass of water and sipping a little from it.
She removed the covers from her body, stood up, grabbed her nightgown, and left the room.
All she encountered was darkness. It was late, and everyone was asleep by now.
Her feet made their way toward the western wing of this vast palace, landing on the first step of the staircase that led to the third floor, which was private...
with her little one...
She stood looking at the very large living room, which housed a black piano. In front of it, on its right side, were three guest rooms.
In front of them was a large kitchen, open to the living room, which was painted black and white, as was the rest of the suite. The doors were decorated in gold.
Her body moved to the left side of the suite, where a very large room was located in this long corridor, which ended with a large balcony overlooking the palace gate and the surrounding area.
She stood in front of a room with a tall door decorated in white and gold. Her fingers slowly rose, grasping the handle, then turned it, and the door opened with her.
"Mom, look what I did here!? I redid the entire room. I can't believe my grandfather gave me this boring, lifeless suite!!"
"I changed everything, the old, disgusting classic furniture, I replaced it with new ones in my three favorite colors!!!"
From the moment she stepped foot into the room, many memories of her little girl flooded back, and her tears, which she couldn't hold back, liberated her as she looked at every corner of the room.
"Mom, come here. I placed a large picture of me above the bed. Oh my God, I look so beautiful."
Her eyes followed her daughter, who ran excitedly from one corner to the next, explaining to her what she had put in her room and how she had redecorated everything.
She went out to the balcony and saw her sitting on a chair, a large painting in front of her on her nightstand.
"You know, Mom, I wish to live in nature, where there's peace and quiet, the chirping of birds, the fresh air, and the comfort I don't feel here!!"
She turned her head to her mother, standing beside her, her arms folded under her chest, contemplating with love and tenderness. She continued with a calm smile.
"One day I will fulfill my wish, won't I!?"
Her mother nodded, stroking her hair tenderly.
She collapsed, sitting on her knees, crying bitterly, longing for her daughter, her little one who had been brutally taken away from her.
"Forgive me, my little one, for not being able to protect you. Forgive your mother for her weakness, Kristen."
Her eyes fell on the picture of her daughter hanging above the bed like an angel, with her happy smile and shining eyes.
But she didn't see the gaze of the woman standing by the door, looking at her and her daughter's picture with utter hatred...
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She confidently and coolly descended the stairs in her formal clothes and high heels that could be heard throughout the house, attracting the attention of the quiet man sipping his coffee.
Ignoring his presence, she entered the kitchen to make herself coffee before heading to work, having missed her the previous day.
"Going to the company!?"
His question was stupid, and he knew it, but he wanted to strike up a conversation with her. He hated for the situation between them to remain cold.
He approached her and stood behind her when he didn't receive an answer from her. His hands wrapped around her waist, stopping her in place. He could hear her sigh of anger at his closeness.
"What do you want?"
"What do you think a husband would want from his wife?"
She grabbed his hands, pushing them away from her, then turned to face him, facing his bare chest.
"Did he sleep on the couch last night after leaving their room?"
She ignored her thoughts and took her cup of coffee, but he cornered her, placing his hands on the bar, bringing his face closer to hers.
"Did you cry all night because of me?"
His hand rose to her cheek, gently wiping her eyes. Then he leaned closer, placing his lips on hers, causing her to close them quietly.
He pulled away when he gave the other woman her due, and with his thumb, he brushed her lips, which were adorned with dark lipstick and gloss, making her look seductive.
"You don't need to sleep with her, too."
Her co-wife's voice made her open her eyes coldly, pushing him away, looking at the woman smiling provocatively, as if to say, "I won't let you enjoy him!"
He wiped his face forcefully as she took her coffee and bag and left the house with a cold expression.
"Why don't I sleep with you instead?!"