Flip Flop kth fanfic

Chapter 6

Delilah;

Two months before divorce;

I pulled another box towards me as I sighed and pulled down photos of us from our early twenties taking pictures at amusement parks by a ferris wheel. When I got to the photos from our wedding day I stared at for a long time. "Was it worth it? Was she worth it?" I screamed at his smiling face in the photo. I threw it across the room and let it shatter to piece. The only thing left of it was the photo. I cried in my hands. "I hate you Kim Taehyung,"

The rest of the day went on to me packing more of my things to take to a shared apartment with Lucia until I could get my own. Thank God she was still in Japan and doing well there. She flew out to see me right after she saw the announcement of our divorce on TV three months ago. She comfort me through it all. I pulled my clothes out of the closet leaving behind the fancier ones he bought. I looked at them as if they were puppet clothing and he was the puppeteer. He always wanted me to wear something flashy but not too flashy, short but not to the point of my ass hanging out, and elegant but also casual.

So many controlling aspects to our relationship no wonder I lost myself. And that fucking cold stare he would give, it was like he was seeing through me instead of seeing me. It pissed me off so much. I use to find it sexy when we were younger but once we go older it turn into a fucking battle of power. He always won. He always fucking won, only because I was so insecure about myself that I gave in to pleasing him.

"Fuck that stupid ass!" I screamed before ripping one of the deep blue dresses down he bought me. It was of course deep blue with gold patterns on it and mermaid cut with one shoulder sleeve along with a slit on the side all the way up to the thigh. He said he wanted me to "be more sexy" for a gala party we were invited to. The theme was just blue. I was so uncomfortable with the outfit choice at the time but I figured that it was time for me to step out of my shell.

Then the mother fucka had the nerve to get angry and possessive when he realized he made me too sexy and guys couldn't stop staring at me. I laugh at that memory with disgust. How could he even be that way when he displayed himself as someone so playful and uncaring. I threw the dress back in the closet and finish packing the things I started the marriage with and taped up the box. I wasn't worried about getting all the stuff packed because Lucia was coming to help finish all the packing.

My head throbbed from thinking of all the shit he put me through. He wasn't at our home anymore, he was out drinking up that fucking Rose girl and acting like he was the man. I wanted to kill him when I saw them fucking in our bed. I just wanted to take a knife and stab her ass before grabbing the gun we kept in a safe box and shooting the fuck out of him and cutting off his dick and stuffing it in his mouth, and smile as I take the photos for my booking in prison.

But, at last I didn't do it. I left the house and cried in the car, 10 at night in front of a mc Donald's stuffing my face with pies and mc flurries as I cried on the phone to Lucia who, unbeknownst to me, was buying a flight ticket to visit me that day. "Pathetic," I mumbled to myself before walking out the closet. I went to the bathroom adjacent to the bed room and decided to splash my face with cold water. I needed to get rid of the puffiness and redness before Lucia comes.

She would pull me in a hug and try to comfort me and I didn't want that right now. What I wanted was to get the fuck away from the memories of me and that disease dick infected bitch of a man. He just made me so angry with the way he acted when I cried my eyes out in front of him and asked him why he broke me down so hard? Why wasn't I good enough for him? And he simply said "money," the fucking money is what mattered to him. I didn't come from a rich back ground nor did he. Nor did I have good looks to make me a career out of or vocal to melt hearts.

I was a working class woman making minimum wages and saving for as long as I could remember. I thought we had bonded over our likeness of hard work and dedication to our crafts. But when he got rich he changed. He left me in the back of his mind in a palace I was no long a equal to but a willing prisoner not knowing herself but to be a dutiful wife.

I screamed so loud at the thought and sobbed. Why did I give so much away to this fucking man? He didn't see me or my heart. He saw me a burden. Not to mention the amount of emotional damage he had caused and the amount of his money I will be using to fix the damage.

I heard a knock on the door that brought me out of my thoughts. I took two deep breaths to steady my emotional state and quickly clean my face. I walk to the door and answered. To my surprised it wasn't Lucia who came to visit. In fact it was someone who I didn't think would step face to face with me for a while.

Chapter 4 out. Who could it be Baddies? ~TB