"you say it's because of my age, girl, but age ain't nothing but a number"
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a story of which a mother of two finds herself entangled with her son's best friend, jungkook.
A/N: this book is half way finished but im still uncertain about if i like the story/if it's interesting enough. based on the engagement of readers, i'll decide whether i'll keep it up. so please let me know if you like it/any constructive criticism etc.
side note: also if you have any books you'd like me to update, any specific genre of books, or any bts members you'd like me to write about, comment or dm me. i'll try to adhere to your requests, i am here for your entertainment!
thank you, alex <3
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The sun beat down mercilessly on the veranda as I paced back and forth, my phone pressed tightly to my ear.
While the world seemed to revel in the warmth of the summer's day, I was trapped in a heated argument with my ex-husband.
His voice crackled with anger through the phone as we bickered over child support and alimony.
The air was thick with tension, the only sounds the furious beat of my heart and the sharp words that flew like daggers between us.
Despite the scorching heat, a chill ran down my spine as I realized that this argument will always be far from over.
It had been years since I first got involved with this self-absorbed egotistical individual I once claimed as a husband. Now over two decades later, he still had access to me.
No matter how far I ran, he would always find me.
"I can't believe you have the nerve to ask to see our children after years of absence, Robert," I exclaimed into the phone, my frustration and anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You haven't even paid a dime in child support since Destiny was born."
Robert tried to defend himself, casting himself as the victim in the situation. "I haven't paid because you left me, Jada. You took my kids and you left me when I was at my lowest," He protested.
My voice automatically rose with indignation. "I left you because you were an alcoholic who used to beat the shit out of me," I shot back, trying to keep my cool. "Don't you dare vilify me for leaving you. If I stayed you would've eventually killed me and that's a fact—"
Robert would always say I was over dramatic. He told me he would beat me because it was out of love. But now, finally being away from him, I could look back at the scars and realize that I wasn't wrong. He would have eventually killed me if I didn't make the decision to pick up my kids and run one random Tuesday.
"Our kids need a father figure and I think it's about time you stop depriving them from that." Robert said boldly, completely dismissing the previous point.
"I am the father figure, Robert. And the mother figure, too. I work hard to provide for my kids, cooking for them, taking them to soccer, to dance recitals, helping them with homework and exams. I even hire the best tutors to ensure their success," I countered, determined to stand my ground and defend my position. "I juggle all of this as a single mother whilst working my ass off at my salon. I am everything you will never be. I am more of a man than you'll ever be. I don't know how you found my number but let this be the last time. Next time I wont answer. You'll have to talk to the police. Don't ever call my line again."
