Therapist • KTH ✔

70. Shattered

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There is nothing louder than the silence between two people who once loved each other.
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Amy's POV

Taehyung's eyes were bloodshot, and he was biting his lips while clutching tight onto the steering wheel.

"Taehyung, I can understand that you are upset about the entire thing, but I'm in the same state as you are," I spoke calmly.

"What do I make of the report? I'm totally lost, Amy," he spoke finally but still without making eye contact.

"Tae, I'm fully confident that the report is wrong. If there is any other way, I'm ready to do it if that will make you feel better," I said firmly, reaching out for his hand, but he deliberately pulled his hand farther away from my reach.

"But it looks like there's no other way to confirm anything. The screening center gave us this report. The other center won't let us get tested" he massaged his temples and spoke in a frustrated tone, and my eyes slowly lifted to look at him.

"Tae, but I'm sure that once junior is born, he is going to look exactly like you, and then you will be fully sure too. And if you still want it, we can get tested after he's born...like using his cord blood or something, that is, if we insist on getting it done. I'm sure he'll melt your heart. We know h-" Taehyung waved his hand at me and cut short my words.

"How can I be sure of it?" He asked coldly.

"Huh? Sure of what?" My eyes widened.

"That the baby is mine?" He looked at me

My heart stopped, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Taehyung? What the hell? I can't believe you asked me that. Are you suspecting me?" My eyes welled up, and my hands and voice shook.

"I hate to do this, but do I have a choice? I truly believed that this was our baby up until this," he flashed the reports and threw them in between us.

I shook my head, unable to wrap my head around the fact that he actually suspected me of cheating.
"Tae, this is no reason not to believe. I'm telling you that you are the father of this child. Do you need any more proof?" I was beyond frustrated now, my words coming out louder than intended.

"Well, this is proof that the child is not mine. Is there any proof that the child is mine?" His tone was cold and arrogant, one that I've never ever heard before from Kim Taehyung.

The Taehyung I know is calm and kind and soft. He is not here right now.

I was stupefied and terrified, and my tears fell. His words were few but abrasive, stabbing and scarring my tormented heart.

Without another word, Taehyung breathed out and turned back to the steering wheel.

I can't digest the fact that Taehyung actually suspects me. I understand completely that he feels hurt. But does he not trust our love? Does he not trust me and my words?

I chose not to talk anymore until he calmed down and apologized for the accusatory words he let out of anger. We both remained totally silent for a while, and then he drove us out of the hospital and to his home, which was now our home.

Entering the house, I placed my things on the dining table and sat down on the chair, feeling sucked out of every last ounce of energy already.

"Amy... I will drop you home today. Get ready" Taehyung said emotionlessly.

What the actual heck?

"Huh?" I raised my eyebrows, wanting to actually slap some sense into him.