"That woman! I will kick her ass out of this house!"
Irene's anger flared, her teeth clenched in frustration as she strode back into the fort's living room.
"Calm down, Irene. I'm dizzy with you. Can you please sit down first?" Jennie's voice came from the screen of their FaceTime call.
Irene reluctantly took a seat and spoke with intensity, "I swear to God, Jennie. I'll show her the door. She's pushing the limits of my patience!" Her frustration boiled over, and she ranted, with Jennie simply chuckling in response. "You've said that several times, but when you see her, it's like you forget everything you said."
Just then, Irene caught a strange sound from outside. Her gaze shot toward the door, and a sudden sense of dread gripped her.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Jennie inquired from the other side of the call.
"Just a moment, I'll check it out," Irene replied.
Leaving her laptop open, Irene cautiously made her way to the door. She first peeked at the camera feed, her eyes widening in shock as she saw Seulgi's face. With a mix of anger and surprise, Irene angrily swung open the door, revealing Seulgi sprawled on the floor.
"Thank you, honey... my love, my wife, my everything!" Seulgi mumbled in a drunken stupor, attempting to crawl toward Irene's feet like a disoriented zombie.
Irene, torn between frustration and concern, took a deep breath. But as she saw Seulgi intoxicated, her anger flared. She kicked her with unwavering force. "Get up! You've entered the wrong house!"
Seulgi let out a tipsy chuckle while remaining sprawled on the floor, causing Irene's eyebrows to rise in irritation. "Gather your clothes and get out of this house, now!" Irene barked out, her voice laced with frustration.
"My wife," Seulgi mumbled unexpectedly.
Irene's heart lifted as if something had been pulled tightly when she heard those words, but she didn't show it; she wasn't one to easily reveal her emotions.
"I love you," Seulgi emphasized, each word hanging heavily in the air, but Irene remained impassive, turning her back and preparing to walk away.
"Why is it so hard for your father to accept me?" Seulgi's question caught Irene off guard, but she remained silent, allowing Seulgi to continue.
Seulgi slowly rose to her feet, laughter mixed with a touch of self-deprecation. "I can't believe your father thinks this is such a childish matter. I understand, but there are numerous options for us to have a child in the future. We can explore all the procedures."
Irene, moved by Seulgi's words, turned around and found herself facing Seulgi's back. Her heart was torn between love and lingering anger. She longed to embrace Seulgi, to bridge the gap that had formed between them, but the frustration still held her in its grip.
Seulgi couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling a bit embarrassed by the disagreement between them.
"I'm sorry if I can't provide you with a child of your own," she added with a hint of sadness.
With those words, Seulgi departed without casting a glance back at Irene.
Jennie was preparing the bed for sleep and decided to disconnect the call with Irene to give Seulgi and Irene some much-needed privacy.
Meanwhile, Hyeong was full of youthful energy, bouncing on the couch and darting around the room while playing with his airplane toy.
"Slow down, honey. You might slip," Jennie cautioned.
"Okay, mommy," Hyeong replied, settling down and continuing to play with his toy.
Just then, Jennie received a message from Jiyong, letting her know that he would be home late due to some pending tasks.
It had been a full week since they had arrived in Paris, and they were thoroughly enjoying their stay, having explored nearly all the city's beautiful tourist spots. Jennie's happiness was boundless when she was with her family. However, despite the joy of being in a city she dreamed of living in, there was a persistent feeling of something missing, a puzzle piece that eluded her. Paris felt like home, but there was an unexplainable void within her.
"Mommy! Milk, please."
Jennie's thoughts were abruptly pulled back to reality by Hyeong's sweet request.
"Of course, sweetheart. Just give me a moment."
Jennie hurried to the kitchen to retrieve the milk she had prepared earlier, fully aware that Hyeong might ask for it at any time.
The little one clambered onto the bed, his tiny frame nestling down as he eagerly watched Jennie approach with the comforting glass of milk.
"Alright, now it's time to sleep, okay?" Jennie whispered gently, handing the milk to her son and lovingly brushing his hair.
On the other end, Jiyong pours himself a shot On the other end of the line, Jiyong carefully poured himself a shot of whiskey, inhaling the smoky aroma while engrossed in a phone call.
As he listened to the informant's report, an overwhelming anger surged within him. "Impossible!" He exclaimed, setting the glass he held on the table with a thud.
The informant, resolute and sure, nodded firmly through the phone. "Mr. Kwon, every word I've spoken is the truth. There's no mistake."

These words only served to intensify Jiyong's fury. His lips pressed into a hard line, his body brimming with resentment, and his eyes blazed red with anger. He clenched his fist tightly, muttering possessively, "If Jennie knew about this, she'd undoubtedly get entangled with Lisa once more for the sake of the child." Jiyong was determined that such a scenario would never come to pass.
Jennie waited in their dimly lit room, her patience tested as she anxiously anticipated Jiyong's return. Time blurred, and exhaustion began to tug at her eyelids. Just as she was on the brink of drifting into sleep, the sound of Jiyong's arrival jolted her awake.
Jennie's heart sank as she laid eyes on him. A peculiar aura surrounded him, making her feel estranged. She rose from the bed, cautiously approaching him. However, her steps faltered as she drew closer, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Jiyong's bloodshot eyes, a clear sign of drunkenness.
Jiyong approached her, his heavy hands tracing the contours of Jennie's red, swollen cheeks, his eyes smoldering with an unsettling intensity. "I can't lose you, Jennie," he slurred, words she didn't expect to hear. His gaze held a fierce hunger, as if he wanted to consume her whole.
Fear gripped Jennie, and she sensed a malevolence in Jiyong's eyes that she had never seen before. Instinctively, she took a step back, searching for an escape.
"Did you ever truly love me?" Jiyong's voice was cold and lost, adding to the bewildering encounter.
Jennie couldn't help but shudder, her heart growing cold as she struggled to find words. Instead, she gently guided Jiyong to lie down on the bed and tended to him until his drunkenness finally overcame him.
The room was bathed in moonlight, and a cold breeze wafted in through the window. Jennie couldn't find sleep, her mind mulling over Jiyong's inexplicable behavior. It wasn't the first time she had dealt with Jiyong's drunkenness, but tonight's encounter felt particularly disconcerting.

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Instant Regrets Book II
Fanfiction( You're reading Book II ) When Jennie family discovered the truth about her relationship with a married woman, they were unable to accept it, and she brought shame upon them. To preserve the Kim family's reputation and status, her father made a dra...
