Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

-EIGHT-

"The evidence today will show that Mr. Kim wanted to return to his previous life. He wanted the parties, the girls, the fun, and he would do anything to get it. He couldn't live the immoral life he wanted to with the devoutly religious and beloved Y/N. When she became pregnant with their first child, Taehyung panicked and tried to get rid of it because he felt trapped. Y/N was hospitalized with a stab wound to the stomach, and she'd claimed that she fell down the stairs with a knife."

FUCK YOU. How dare you? I screamed in my thoughts.

The pain of losing our first child still stung. We'd lost our child...

From the corner of my eye I noticed that Jisoo stood up, took Eunwoo out of Eunha's arms and walked over to the exit.

"Sadly for Mr. Kim, Y/N didn't die. The baby was gone, but she did not die. However, that wasn't the last time Y/N was hospitalized. In fact, she had taken a gunshot wound to shoulder. She had been in car accident. There was no explanation. How does a car accident equate to a gunshot wound? Coincidentally, Y/N was pregnant again. This time, Mr. Kim knew what to do. The way to get his freedom back, was to get rid of her. Only moments after giving birth, Y/N disappeared. The only people who could have been there were her doctors and Mr. Kim himself."

You are going to pay. I was going to make sure you spent your entire life regretting this one long ass fucking opening statement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, her blood was found on his clothing and his boots. Witnesses will testify to his anger, hospital logs will show Y/N's suffering. Do not let that man in the fancy suit fool you. Kim Taehyung murdered his wife. We don't have body; we wish we did so that her son could at least have that. But money can buy you a lot of twisted things in this world. Kim Taehyung wanted to wipe Y/N off the face of the earth, and he thought he could get away with it. Don't let him walk away from this. Min-Kim Y/N needs justice. Baby Kim Eunwoo needs justice." He turned and walked to his seat next to his proud peers.

He's using my fucking son?

The blood in my veins felt as though it would boil over at any moment. What made it worse was the fact that the jury actually looked as though they were believing his bullshit. They all looked towards the screen, staring at her picture sadly. He let it hang there for a few seconds before he finally clicked it off.

Desuk stood, walking forward, his bald head shining as he wiped the corners of his mouth and shook his head. "That opening statement you've just heard is the very essence of this case; no facts, all assumptions, made against my client, Kim Taehyung, because of two things: he's rich, and he has a past. That is why the state of Busan wants to lock him away for life, for something he did not do. Mr. Kim has never shied away from his past. In fact, he and his wife joked about it openly to the press. The difference with Y/N was the fact that he loves her.

"Mr. Kim told me not to call her Y/N because she hates that. The prosecution doesn't know her. If they did, they'd know that Y/N was a proud owner of a gun and often went hunting. She enjoyed opera though she couldn't sing to save her life, but did anyway just because Kim Taehyung told her he loved her voice. Every last person who is close to Y/N stands by my client; they believe he is innocent. All the evidence the prosecution will attempt to present is nothing but circumstantial at best.

"There is no smoking gun. There is no crime scene. This is just another case of the Seoul Police Department failing to protect its citizens and searching for a scapegoat. I ask all of you; do you really trust the police in this city? After everything they've failed to do?" Turning back to the screen he clicked and again a photo of Y/N appeared.