Deadly Devotion | Heesunsun

Chapter 37 | S1: Willing To Sacrifice

Heeseung's POV

I couldn't believe the audacity of that boy, writing farewell letters to his parents in the middle of the night. He should have known better, but it seemed he was set on pushing my patience to its limits.

Quietly and with irritation seething beneath the surface, I dressed, suppressing my rage. The situation required discretion, after all.

Once I was ready, I stealthily made my way to the bedroom where Sunoo had been staying, trying to avoid waking his parents. He was there on his table, writing something, crying.

"You're too fucking slow, move it!" I muttered, my voice a harsh whisper. I'd expected him to be prepared, to be ready to leave. But no, he was crying like a fucking limp, his voice shaking as he tried to explain the letters he'd left.

"They deserve to know something before we leave." he insisted, sniffling.

I had no time for this, no time for his sentimentality. "The truth doesn't matter. You don't get it, do you? If we linger here, we're risking everything we've worked for. You tried to betray me, Sunoo. Don't you understand that?"

His silence was the only response. And it was a response I had little patience for.

Frustration and anger boiled within me. He was too emotional, too soft, and I needed him to be strong and resolute. My grip tightened on the phone.

"Get your ass out here. We're leaving," I hissed through gritted teeth. I'd taken enough of his nonsense, and I wasn't about to jeopardize everything because of his hesitation.

Sunoo finally emerged from the house, his eyes red from crying. He said nothing, and I didn't wait for him to start explaining again. This had to be done, and there was no room for dawdling.

We got into my car, and I drove us away from that house as quickly as possible. I could feel his fear, his uncertainty, but it was overshadowed by my own anger and frustration.

As we sped down the road, my grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled. I'd had enough of Sunoo's wavering loyalty. He needed to understand that there was no turning back now.

We had entered a dangerous world, one from which escape would not be easy. And I was determined to see our mission through, even if it meant being harsh and unforgiving.

The car ride continued, but it was filled with an oppressive silence. "Don't fucking think that were going to be fine like nothing happened after what you just did, dumbass fuck." I couldn't bring myself to say another word, and Sunoo, for once, seemed to understand that now was not the time for questions or objections.

But then, out of the blue, his voice broke the silence, and his words cut through me. "Why keep me?" he asked, desperation and vulnerability lacing his words. "What's the point of having me as your wife when you've ruined my life, Heeseung?"

My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I contemplated his question. It was a legitimate question, one I'd grappled with many times before. I'd taken him away from his family, his normal life, and plunged him into this world of darkness and chaos. Why, indeed?

My silence stretched on, a heavy weight in the car. I pulled over to the side of the road, my hands trembling as I shifted into park in a quiet road, surrounded by a wide grass field, then turned off the engine.

Opening the compartment between us, I retrieved my combat knife, its cold, metallic weight heavy in my hand. Sunoo's eyes widened, fear and confusion etching his features.

I didn't speak; there was nothing left to say. Instead, I stared at the knife for a long, unending moment. I could see my reflection in the cold steel, the image of a man who had made choices and crossed lines that could never be uncrossed. The line between right and wrong, between sanity and madness, was thin, and I had blurred it beyond recognition.