Unspoken Ties

Chapter-7 Aching of Hearts

Shattered Whispers

"I... I can't t... take this... I... c... can't."

Her voice trembled, barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of an unbearable truth. Her delicate fingers clutched at the fabric over her heart, as if grasping it tightly could contain the pain that threatened to shatter her from within. But pain is relentless-it seeps through the cracks, it festers, it drowns.

A betrayal.
A cruel, silent wound.
A love she never knew existed, yet it loomed over her marriage like a ghost, haunting every moment, every glance, every cold shoulder.

Tears cascaded down her porcelain cheeks, tracing the path of her agony, soaking into the fragile silk of her dress. She bit her trembling lip, willing herself to hold on, to remain strong. But when she lifted her eyes to the mirror, she saw not strength, not resilience-only a girl drowning in sorrow, a woman unloved by the man she called her husband.

"Why didn't you tell me, Jungkook? Why?"

The question echoed in the emptiness of the room, unanswered, unheard-except by the demons that whispered relentlessly in her mind.

Now you understand, don't you?
Why he always kept his distance?
Why his eyes never softened when they met yours?
Why his touch never lingered, never held warmth?

Because his heart was never yours to begin with.

Her breath hitched, her chest tightening with a pain so raw it felt like knives twisting inside her ribs. She wanted to push the voices away, to silence them, but they only grew louder.

"You are nothing to him. No one."

"He still loves her."

"You were never meant to be his."

"And yet, here you are, foolishly hoping..."

"NO... Please... S-Stop..."

She staggered back, hands flying to her ears, trying to block out the torment. But the pain was inside her-it was her own heart screaming, her own mind poisoning her with the truth she refused to accept.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold floor, her body trembling, her soul unraveling. The room spun, blurred by the veil of her tears. No air, no escape-just the suffocating ache of a love that was never meant to be hers.

She was breaking, piece by piece.

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Outside the Storm

Beyond the walls of Jungkook's office, silence was a fragile thing, shattered by the storm raging within. Employees exchanged nervous glances, their whispered fears filling the tense air. Even his secretary stood frozen, palms clammy, dreading the wrath they all felt simmering on the other side of that door.

Then, the inevitable explosion.

"CAN YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP?"

Tony's voice boomed, slicing through the murmurs, sending a wave of unease through the staff. The office fell deathly silent, the weight of his words pressing down on them.

"Is there a war happening in here? No? THEN GET BACK TO WORK."

The command was enough to scatter them like startled birds, each one retreating to their desks, but the tension remained-thick, suffocating, inescapable.

Tony exhaled sharply, pressing his fingers against his temple before turning towards the closed door. His pulse quickened. He didn't want to knock. Didn't want to face whatever darkness lurked behind it. But concern overpowered fear, and he raised his hand, rapping his knuckles against the heavy wood.

Silence.

He leaned in, pressing his ear against the door, listening for movement. The crashing, the breaking-it had all stopped. A chill ran down his spine.

"B-Boss... Are you-?"

Before he could finish, the door flung open with such force that he stumbled forward, nearly kissing the floor. He barely caught himself, gripping the doorframe as his heart slammed against his ribs.

And then he saw him.

Jungkook.

Disheveled. Eyes dark, stormy, unreadable. Tie loose, shirt unbuttoned at the top, hair an unruly mess as if he had run his fingers through it too many times. But it wasn't just his appearance that sent shivers down Tony's spine-it was the look in his eyes.

Like a man lost. A man at war with himself.

"Call someone to clean this up," Jungkook's voice was eerily calm, but it carried the weight of something destructive, something barely restrained. "When I return, I want everything back in place."

And then he was gone.

Tony hesitated before stepping inside, curiosity clawing at his chest.

The destruction was staggering.

Papers scattered across the floor like fallen leaves. Files overturned, ink spilled, a chair knocked over in the corner. His boss's coat, usually draped neatly over the chair, lay crumpled on the floor like discarded hope.

A mess.
A reflection of something deeper.

Tony swallowed hard. He had never seen Jungkook like this. Never.

Whatever had happened...
It was breaking him, too.

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The Weight of a Name

Jungkook stepped outside, the cold air hitting his skin like a bitter slap. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, willing the icy breeze to wash away the fire raging inside him.

But it didn't.
It never did.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. The world outside was quiet, indifferent to the storm within him. The city hummed, life moved forward, but for the first time, he felt like he was standing still.

No control.
No escape.
No way to fix this.

And her face-her tear-streaked face-wouldn't leave his mind. The way her hands shook, the silent plea in her eyes, the way her breath hitched as she tried to hold herself together.

The pain she carried was now his burden, too.

He had seen heartbreak before.
But never like this.
Never in the eyes of the woman who bore his name.

Jungkook exhaled again, but the weight in his chest remained.

How was he going to face her now?
How was he going to fix something that was never whole to begin with?

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