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Chapter 21

Chapter 21

"JAGIYA, please let me stay..." he begged, bowing repeatedly in order to apologize.

She stared back at him, her expression as cold as ever. It sent a shiver down his spine as it crossed his mind that she wasn't going to forgive him any time soon.

"Jagiya, I didn't cheat on you." He sobbed out, taking a step closer to her.

She scoffed and continued to shove his clothes piece by piece into the suitcase, then grabbed his phone from the nearby nightstand and shoved it between the soft fabrics.

"I didn't cheat..." he spoke once again, his voice softer and more desperate, "jagiya, I love you."

"Liar!" She yelled, making him flinch and step back. "You're full of lies! I don't want you here anymore! I don't want to see you!"

The sentences cut into his heart like a knife, tearing him apart. He continued to beg and closed his eyes, trying to forget the fact that she was about to kick him out.

She closed the suitcase and set it on the floor, then began dragging it across the floor to the door.

"Jagiya, this isn't fair!" He yelled, his heart aching as he followed her out of the room. "Please!"

"Don't you dare talk about fair when I was the one forced to get married to you and fall in love with you, only for you to shatter my heart into pieces by sleeping with another woman!"

She yelled as she stopped in her tracks, setting the suitcase somewhere right outside the room. "Get the hell out of there!"

He quietly followed her out of the room, soft sobs escaping his mouth.

"Please listen to me, jagiya..." he begged once again, "I really love you. I swear-"

"Cut the bullshit, Hwang!" She snapped, then stretched her arm out to grab his own and pull him out of the room completely.

"This is my house too." He spoke in a heartbroken tone, still crying.

"Not anymore, you cheating scumbag!" She yelled.

Then, she began dragging the suitcase down the stairs. He followed her tearfully, shaking his head as he saw her leaping for the front door.

"Please, jagiya..."

He hurried towards her, standing in front of the suitcase so she would pay attention to him.

"I didn't cheat..."

She nodded her head sarcastically, "oh, I'm sure you didn't. There was also no underwear of another woman under your bed. This was all just a terrible hallucination of my mind."

He shook his head, his chest heaving up and down.

"You don't understand, jagiya."

She shot her head toward him to send him a death glare. One that sent shivers up and down his spine and made him gulp the lump in his throat away.

"Now, get out."

He glanced at her with teary eyes, then motioned at his clothes. The white t-shirt and the blue pajama pants he had worn while he sitting on his bed.

"Please let me change my clothes first," he begged, "I can't go out like this. It's cold outside."

"Just like you." She snapped. "Get the fuck out of here, Hwang."

When he didn't move after a few moments, as he was still crying, she dragged the suitcase towards the front door and twisted the doorknob open.

Then, shoved the luggage outside with all her might.

The two heard the harsh thud as the suitcase hit the front porch.

"Get. Out!"

He hesitated once again, still staring at her with heartbroken tears pouring down his face.

"I love you..."

"Bullshit!" She yelled, tears leaving her eyes as well.

His heart fell to his stomach at the sight of her crying, then shattered into pieces.

And it was then that he realized how hurt she was by the whole situation.

Because all she ever wanted was to have a loyal husband. One who didn't cheat on her, didn't treat her like garbage, and didn't break her trust.

And he broke two out of three.

She grabbed him by the waist and began to lightly push him through the doorframe, despite his pleas of protest.

And after he was completely out of the house, he turned to face her to mutter the last word of how much he loved her, to at least try and change her mind.

Only to be met by the air hitting his tearful face, followed by a loud thud as he realized that she shut the door already.

He burst into violent sobs and knocked on the door, desperately and repeatedly.

"Jagiya, open the door! Let me in, please!"

A wave of cold air brushed against his skin, causing him to rub his bare arms in order to radiate heat up his frail body.

And another.

And another.

"Mal, it's cold out here." He muttered, loud enough for her to hear if she was standing on the other side of the door as he had imagined.

"Please, jagiya, let me in... I can explain." He spoke, his voice weak and trembling. "Please."

No answer.

He knocked a few more times, hoping that she would open the door once again and wrap him in a tight hug, then allow him to explain his story.

But instead, he was met by dead silence. Only waves of cold air as he stood by the front porch.

Tearfully, he turned away from the door as he realized that she wasn't going to let him in once again any time soon, and reached for his suitcase.

Then slowly began dragging it away from what he once called his house.

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