Ex Husband's Obsession(21+) [Kth ff]

CHAPTER ~3

Yn’s throat tightened, the weight of Taehyung's words pressing heavily on her chest. She struggled to digest the reality of the situation, the implications swirling in her mind. After a moment of silence, she managed to articulate her disbelief, her voice strained. “Roger doesn’t even know Ms. Cohen. How could he possibly harm her...”

“Weren’t you the one who told him?” Taehyung interrupted, impatience lacing his tone.

Yn was taken aback, the accusation striking her like a physical blow. “I didn’t tell him anything!” she replied defensively, her heart racing.

As she tried to gather her thoughts, she finally noticed the faint bruise at the corner of Taehyung’s mouth. It was a small mark, hardly noticeable, yet it revealed a story of its own—likely a result of Roger’s earlier confrontation. Despite the injury, Taehyung’s appearance remained impeccable, his features still exuding an air of elegance and power that was almost intimidating.

Yn bit her lip, feeling the weight of the moment settle over her. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to steady her racing heart, a sense of calm washing over her as she refocused her thoughts. “Where is Roger? I want to see him,” she demanded, determination replacing her earlier confusion.

Taehyung’s expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “He’s fine for now. You can see him once Gwen is safe,” he replied, the way he emphasized “for now” sending a shiver down her spine.

The unspoken threat hung in the air between them, a stark reminder of the precariousness of their situation. Yn felt a mixture of frustration and urgency welling within her; she needed to understand what had happened, to ensure Roger’s safety.

Yn clenched her fists tightly, the pressure of her anxiety bubbling just beneath the surface. “I want to see Roger, or I refuse to donate blood… The hospital wouldn’t force me to donate if I don’t want to, would they?” Her voice rang out, more forceful than she intended, but desperation fueled her determination.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting as he assessed her sudden boldness. He had always known her to be submissive, accepting of his demands, and her newfound assertiveness caught him off guard. It was a side of her he hadn’t witnessed before, and it intrigued him. Little rabbits do get angry when they're anxious, he mused, a snort of amusement escaping his lips. “Give me a reason why you refuse,” he challenged, his tone playful yet probing. He had intentionally posed the question, eager to extract more information from her own mouth.

Yn’s heart thudded at his words, a shudder of uncertainty coursing through her. She had rushed to the hospital in such a frenzy that she had forgotten about the pregnancy test results. What if she was really pregnant? The thought twisted her stomach in knots. Would a blood donation put her baby at risk? Her blood was already rare; what if something went wrong? The very idea sent panic surging through her.