Y/n PovI stared at my husband, Izana, as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, Waking up in the arms of my husband, Izana Kurokawa, should have brought me joy, but the weight in my chest was suffocating. As I leaned in to kiss him good morning, I noticed his distant and distracted gaze fixed on his phone. My heart sank as I sensed him drift away from me, his attention slipping from our intimate moment.
"Who are you texting?" I asked, trying to hide the unease in my voice. But Izana merely brushed off my question, claiming it was no one important. The doubt began to gnaw at me. Was he hiding something? Was he reaching out to Manila, his ex and childhood girlfriend, who everyone believed to be dead but had recently woken up from a long coma?
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't bear to lie in bed any longer. I had four little lives to care for, my beautiful nine-month-old babies. his attention firmly fixed on the screen.
My heart sank as I felt his gaze drift away from me, his eyes losing their sparkle. Something was amiss, and I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that Manila, his ex and childhood girlfriend, was the reason behind it.
Deep down, I knew that he was hiding something, and that thought pierced my heart like a dagger.
With tears welling up in my eyes, I forced myself to get out of bed, naked and vulnerable. I jumped into the shower and later go dressed. I had no time for self-pity, however, as the cries of my four nine-month-old babies beckoned me from their nursery. Two boys and two girls, my precious angels. As I attended to each one, changing diapers, giving baths, and dressing them in adorable little outfits, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty in their innocence.
"The cycle repeats itself," I whispered, my voice laced with barely contained grief. "Why is it that all the women in my family suffer from infidelity?"
Suppressing my tears, I resolved to get ready for work. I scooped up my babies, their small bodies resting securely in my arms, and headed towards my headquarters. Along the way, I stopped by a local café to grab breakfast, my mind too occupied to even utter a goodbye to Izana.
Arriving at my office, I carried my babies into the well-built, heavily guarded nursery I had meticulously created adjacent to my workspace. It was a safe haven for them, a place where they would be protected as I dealt with the ruthless world of the Yakuza. Before I delved into my duties, I nestled each baby in my arms, nursing them as I felt their tiny hands gently rest against my skin.
My phone buzzed, interrupting the tender moment I shared with my children. It was Izana, his voice tinged with confusion and disappointment. He questioned why I had left for work without saying goodbye or preparing breakfast. At that moment, something inside me snapped.
"Manila can make you breakfast, since she's your number one priority right now," I retorted, my voice seething with anger and heartache. I hung up, the weight of my emotions crashing down upon me, tears streaming down my face.
I couldn't carry this burden alone any longer. It was time for me to confront Manila, to face her woman-to-woman. I needed answers, closure, and the strength to break the cycle of infidelity that plagued my family. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but for the sake of my babies and myself, I had to find the truth and put an end to this endless pain.
I sat in my office, trying to push the events of this morning and yesterday to the back of my mind. It had been a whirlwind of emotions since Manila, my husband Izana's ex childhood girlfriend, appeared at our mansion after being in a coma for 14 years. Izana had thought she was dead, and now they were catching up, making me fear that he would leave me for his ex.
Yesterday had been especially challenging. Manila's sudden reappearance had thrown us all off balance. She seemed harmless enough, but the thought of Izana reconnecting with his past made me anxious. But thinking about this morning, when I kissed him. His preoccupation with his phone had left me feeling neglected and unimportant.
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