AMOUR || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 22 | Draw me in

"What do you want to talk about?" she initiates this, so I gather up all my courage to begin what is about to end everything for good. "I...I need to talk about something serious with you, and I'd like you to just listen for once...So..." I clear my throat, my eyes staying at the table, the floor, but never at her. "I...I'm not...My boss fired me two days ago..."

"What?" she already interrupts me when I hoped for her to listen to me and let me finish. "I lost my job because of a fight that happened with one of my co-workers."

"And where the hell is the money going to come from now? Do you think I earn enough to pay the bills? I have a car to pay," she does not even care about anything else as I expected her to do. "Are you a damn kid? Fighting with a colleague and getting fired? Is that a joke?"

"You do not know what this was about, so stop already," I do not let the anger take over me, and I control myself. "But you don't have to worry about that anyway, I'll take care of this house and my children all by myself. You have someone there to help you anyway, don't you?" I look at her, the tension making my heart beat faster. "What?" she feigns incomprehension, and I clench my jaw. "Stop pretending. Why are you still with me if you don't love me anymore?"

She sneers and glances away. "I know what you did and still do behind my back. I know you take me for a damn fool. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Cheating on me, having a baby with him, and telling me that he's mine? Then continuing this while pretending to still give a fuck about me when all you want is to hang out, not see your children anymore and have sex with your fucking boss?"

"You're ridiculous, Jungkook," she takes this lightly, not even coming clean about it. "All right," I give up on trying, not doing this any longer to not waste my time and energy. I grab the papers and turn them to drop them and make her come face to face with everything, and I take my ring off. "It's over. I can't do this anymore."

"Excuse me?" she scoffs and glances at the piece of paper. "Sign them and put an end to it, please. That's all I'm asking for," the knot in my throat chokes me, making it impossible to even swallow without feeling any pain. "You're accusing me of something—"

"Just sign them," I cut her off, too exhausted to even hear her act like a victim. A burst of chortle full of disdain runs away from her lips. "You know what?" she grabs the pencil. "Sure. I don't give a fuck about a man like you who does not even care about his wife anymore," she signs the papers, my leg bouncing non-stop as my hands do not want to stop trembling. "You hire a young hoe to feel better about yourself, you fuck her, treat me like shit only because you found a slut who makes you feel like you're young again, but you still dare to make up some stuff to play the victim? Sure, I don't give a fuck about you anymore, I can live without you," she carries on, deepening the wound to make sure she leaves a scar inside of me.

She stands up next to me. "What are you without your money anyway? Nothing, and that girl will prove me right once she knows and leaves you because she doesn't want anything else from you," she throws her ring at me, the one I put all my savings into when we were younger. "Here. I don't need this shit either. Fucking asshole," she goes back upstairs, not crying, not sharing any sign of pain after all the things we have shared together, all the care and love I gave her.

I keep my eyes on the pieces of paper, but the tears flood my eyes despite the fight I am having against myself to not break down. I bite my inner cheek, but I drop my eyes to the ground and pick up the ring. I take mine with it, and I stand up, crying but denying it. I head towards the kitchen, and I wipe my tears away, I throw the rings out to not see them anymore, and I get into my office to put the papers on my desk. I sit down on my chair, and I let all the agonizing pain go out.