Mrs. Right

Uninvited Guest

It was the morning of our first full day in L.A. and in just a matter of time, everybody was going to be hustling and bustling. I was busy reviewing BTS' itinerary. I had spent most of the evening writing down notes to make sure I prepared them properly for interviews. Management had actually booked me a suite so I would have enough space to work with all of them.

I heard a knock at the door. They were right on time. Namjoon had joined them and I eagerly invited them all in. We spent the first few minutes just talking about how they were all doing so far now that they had a chance to settle in. I pulled out the itinerary to discuss certain parts with them and ask clarifying questions. To my surprise, I heard a knock at the door causing me to stop mid-sentence.

"Are you guys expecting somebody?" I asked. They all shook their heads. I walked to the door, looked through the peephole, and uttered, "Shit!" under my breath.

"Who is it, Addy?" Namjoon asked with concern in his voice.

I turned to them, the shock written all over my face. "It's my husband."

"So, we finally get to meet him!" Namjoon responded, completely oblivious to the situation at hand.

He knocked again, this time louder. I opened the door just a little and looked at him. Woah! I hadn't seen him in about seven months, but he looked like he had aged years. Immediately, I was filled with concern for him.

"Hello, Addy."

"Daniel, what are you doing here?" I spoke in a hushed voice.

"Aidan contacted me and let me know you were going to be in Los Angeles."

Shit. Of course, he did. Aidan was still hopeful we would reconcile. "So, you are finally responding to your son? Or did you just suddenly decide to start reading his texts?"

"I guess I deserve that."

"You guess? You guess?!" I whispered loudly, filled with rage despite my concern for him. He didn't look well at all.

"Look, can I come in so we can talk?" he asked.

"Now's not a good time, Daniel."

"Why, do you have company?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"I thought I heard some voices." Daniel peered over my head to take a look and saw Namjoon walking up from behind me.

"Why don't you invite him in, Addy? Hello, sir. I'm Namjoon. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." I opened the door the rest of the way and stepped to the side as Namjoon extended his hand out for Daniel to shake it. Daniel looked at him and after briefly hesitating, reached out and shook his hand.

"Come on in, sir," Namjoon gestured, welcoming Daniel into the suite. Meanwhile, my heart was pounding in my chest. "Do you have any luggage you need help with?" Fuck! Was Daniel going to let the cat out of the bag about our pending divorce?

Daniel looked at me, confused, and then answered, "Uh, no. No luggage."

Namjoon glanced at me and then led Daniel to the seating area.

The color had drained from my face. The others all stood up and I scanned their faces to see how they were responding to the sudden presence of my husband. I noticed Jimin and Yoongi's eyes bouncing back and forth between me and Daniel. Namjoon began studying our body language as if Daniel and I were test subjects in a lab experiment.

I introduced him to them. "Gentlemen, this is my husband Daniel. Daniel, this is BTS. I have been working with them for the past several months to help them learn English."

Just like the gentlemen they are, they all stood and bowed to him and reached out to shake his hand. "Thank you, nice to meet you," Daniel said as he shook each of their hands. I knew he said it out of sheer politeness. He didn't really mean it.

Namjoon glanced at me and then pointed to an open chair. "Here, have a seat, sir."

Daniel walked over to the chair and sat down, then immediately looked up at me and said in a condescending tone, "So, you're a teacher again? A year ago you said you were done with teaching." Fuck. He just revealed to the others that he didn't know I was teaching again. He had no clue what I had been doing for the past several months.

"Yes, well, I teach and I also arrange staff professional development. It's kind of a 50/50 position." I explained.

He turned and looked at Namjoon. "She must be doing a really good job. You sound fairly fluent."

"Well, actually, I am the only one that already was fluent. It's the others she is teaching. And yes, Addy is doing a really good job, sir."

Daniel looked up at me and asked, "So how long are all of you here for?"

Shit. That was an odd question for a husband to ask his wife. Namjoon volunteered a brief summary of their itinerary as Daniel looked over the men. By now, Jimin was staring at him, his eyes filled with animosity toward Daniel. Yoongi was giving him a cold stare as well.

"Is there something that you needed, Daniel?" I asked kindly, trying to cut down on the chit-chat so I could give him the hint that I wanted him to leave.

"Yes. I was wondering if you were free for dinner tonight, Addy."

Namjoon volunteered, "She sure is. We can clear Addy's schedule so she can have dinner with her husband, right guys?" He looked at the others and they nodded--all except Jimin and Yoongi. I instinctively glared at Namjoon and the smile disappeared from his face when he realized I was not happy with the idea of having dinner with Daniel.

"Alright. I'll pick you up here at six." He stood up to leave and the others stood to bow to him. He added, "My apologies for interrupting your work time. It was nice meeting you, gentlemen. I'll let you get back to your meeting."

As he walked to the door, I followed him. "Daniel, what the hell?" I whispered angrily as soon as he stepped into the hall.

"Let's talk about it later, okay," Daniel reasoned. I nodded and closed the door behind him. I returned to the living area and noticed all of them staring at me, most of them with puzzled looks on their faces. Jimin's and Yoongi's expressions, though, were more filled with concern.

Namjoon stood up and looked at me like I was a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Addy, what's going on? Why didn't your husband know the details of your job? Why doesn't he know your schedule? Where's his luggage? Why isn't he staying here with you?" Namjoon inquired pointedly, shooting his questions at me faster than I could reply.

It felt like I was a suspect under investigation. Shit. I sat down, and resting my elbows on my knees, I covered my face with my hands and fought back the tears. I didn't know quite how to respond without jeopardizing everything.

"Addy?" Namjoon pressed.

I lifted my head up and did my best to explain without giving away too much. "Daniel never came to South Korea with me. He refused to. He also refused to communicate with either me or our son, Aidan. The last time and only time he ever contacted me was last November right before I started working with you. He texted me to ask where I stored the winter quilt. That's it. It's kind of hard to know the details of your wife's job if you never respond to her texts or voicemails. I stopped reaching out to him last December when he didn't even bother to wish me a Merry Christmas."

You could hear a pin drop in the room as they all stared at me, uncertain how to respond to the bombshell I had just dropped. Jimin, having already known all about this, showed his concern for me on his face.

"There's more, isn't there, Addy," Namjoon insisted. He was too smart for his own good.

"Namjoon, . . ."

"What more do we need to know?" Yoongi interrupted. "Her husband was a jerk to her. End of story."

"Addy, let's take this somewhere private," Namjoon insisted. He stood up and walked into the separate bedroom area, waiting for me to join him. I got up and walked over to the room, closing the sliding doors behind me. I felt like a child being sent to the principal's office.