Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #50 Foreign Disagreement

"I don't get paid enough to be your fucking suicide watch."

"How many did you take? Six? Eight?"

I grabbed his jaw and peered deep into his eyes. They were sporadic and dilated. I scoffed. I gently pushed him back onto the bed.

"Stay. If you feel like you're on your deathbed any time soon, feel free to let me know."

I returned to scooping up more shards of glass. With an annoyed sigh I wiped every side of the dresser. The more I searched, the more I realized just how far and wide the liquid seemed to reach.

"It's hard for me to believe you'd moan a friend's name."

I halted all movement. I stared forward emotionally.

"What did you just say?" I choked out.

"Namjoon. That was the same name you moaned in your sleep the day you sent me to the hospital."

I stood up painfully slow. After all I went through. It amounted to nothing? This bastard knew? After all this fucking time! He knew all along! God I could kill him. You know what? I just might. I turned to face him with rage burning in my eyes.

"Would you like to tell me the truth now? Who's Namjoon, Jungkook? Hm? Don't you fucking lie to me."

"Is this what you had planned all along? Your groundbreaking revenge plan? You were just gonna string me along like a servant then use my own humiliation to have your way with me. Go on Taehyung. Please! I'm dying to know what you have planned!" I screamed at him.

He was taken aback by the hostility in my voice.

"You're the one moaning strangers names in your husband's bed. Don't you feel ashamed?"

I scoffed.

"Do you? Do you feel shame for all the bastards you've fucked in broad daylight. And what? You speak of affairs and loyalty? If it's shame I should be feeling, god you must be the most shameful human being to ever exist."

Taehyung stood up, stepping a few feet closer. The tension in the room thickened.

"I haven't had sex since the day I married you!" He spat.

"Bullshit! You wanna know how I met Yuna? I watched her come out of your room in a nothing but a fucking robe, Taehyung. I'm not an idiot!"

"She was just a mindless favor. We never did anything worth documenting."

"Is that so?" I chuckled.

"All those men and women you claim to have seen coming in and out of my room? They're all just favors, Jungkook! No matter your status you have to do the dirty work."

"Is that how you bind your contacts? Sex favors?" I laughed bitterly.

"You can hardly qualify what I do with those meritless bitches as sex."

"I don't honestly give two shits about your sex life, so why in hell do you think you have the right to care about mine?"

"Sex can be a valueless act. You can be with as many people as you please. As long as it remains just a thoughtless exercise of lust. Hell, if you want prostitutes, I'll give you a few fucking prostitutes. But what you have with whoever Namjoon is? That's where you have to draw the line, Jeon."

"You fucking hypocrite. This marriage is already crowded as it is not? With all your business favors I have a hard time believing you'll notice one more addition to this union."