The Breaking Point - Kento Nanami X Reader

chapter 1

The penthouse is quiet, except from the sound of the clock ticking. It's just another day. The relationship wasn't anything you'd expect being a 'Trophy Wife' for Kento, having to do photoshoots, attending venues, and going on business trips occasionally with the man. He was *popular.* Majorly popular. He was on covers for magazines and billboards across Japan.

You sit there silently in one of the many penthouses he owned, not sure what to do as he was sitting in his office doing paperwork.

The opulence surrounds you, but the emptiness persists. The ticking clock echoes the rhythm of a life filled with glamour but lacking connection. As Kento engrosses himself in paperwork, the penthouse seems more like a gilded cage than a home.

Despite the years of marriage, the title of "wife" feels hollow, overshadowed by the superficiality of their high-profile life. The essence of partnership and emotional connection seems elusive. How might she confront this disparity and seek fulfillment in a marriage that appears more symbolic than substantial?

Her attempts to bridge the emotional gap with Kento prove futile, each effort met with a subtle resistance. The distance persists, leaving her grappling with a sense of disconnection. In this intricate dance of unspoken barriers, (y/n) is only left alone and saddens.

(Y/n) sit there silently, letting yourself succumb to your thoughts. The loneliness of the place was getting to you. Sure, you had every luxury possible at your fingertips, but was any of that even enough when the one who provided it to you was never there? Was a relationship based on money and superficiality even worth the comfort?

A decision brews in the silence, a resolve emerging from the depths of discontent. It seems she's reached a point where the allure of luxury can no longer overshadow the longing for authentic connection. For the past 5 years, (y/n) has only been ignored and pushed away by kento. You wish for more, I real relationship, filled with love and passion. You longed for kento to give you attention, to acknowledge you, look at you, anything really. But everything it is met with a cold and unloving look in his eyes.

The realization settles in, and the weight of an unfulfilling relationship becomes unbearable. The desire for genuine love and connection takes precedence. In the past 5 years of marriage, blinded by love. She endured a one-sided love with kento nanami. However, the decision crystallizes—she desires liberation from the pain. The longing for a genuine connection propels her towards the difficult choice of seeking a divorce.

A surge of determination compels her to breach the confines of Kento's office, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air.
He was sitting there, his expression impassive as always. His gaze briefly looked towards you and your sudden entrance into his office, but then he continued to type away at the keyboard with his cold expressions.

"Do you need something?"

In the face of his impassive demeanor, she gathers her courage, the pain propelling her forward. "I need more than this facade, Kento. I can't continue in a marriage. That's just a show. I want a divorce," she declares, her voice steady despite the tumult within.

His cold expression immediately hardened, his eyes narrowing. He slowly raised his gaze before turning to stare at you completely. "Do explain what exactly brought you to that decision."

The air thickens with tension as Kento demands an explanation. You takes a deep breath, unraveling the emotional turmoil that led you to this moment, revealing the yearning for connection beneath the facade of their seemingly perfect life. " I can't stand being invisible!!! I just want to be loved by the man I married.... but it is clear I'm only a trophy wife to you and nothing more...."

Your words hang in the air, a raw admission of the pain endured in the shadow of a superficial relationship. The vulnerability in her plea lays bare the yearning for genuine love in a union that has felt more like a performance.

Maintaining a stern expression, he absorbed your words in silence, permitting you to express your grievances fully. After a moment, he broke his silence with a question, "What were your expectations in marrying someone of my success and stature? Did you anticipate being my top priority?"

"... I... I thought you loved me just a little... I thought you were cold by nature, but with time, you would've been loving toward me. " Your response carries a fragile hope, revealing an initial belief in the possibility of warmth beneath his cold exterior. It's an admission of yearning for love and a gradual transformation that never materialized.

His gaze shifted to the desk, a pause preceding the return of his eyes to meet yours. His demeanor remained neutral, but a hint of annoyance surfaced.

"It's foolish to expect such changes from me. I've been this way my entire life, and I won't suddenly 'open up' just because you wished it. My work is of greater importance than to play along with your love story. You should be happy, you live a comfortable life that I provide for you. Stop acting like a child (y/n). "

Her voice quivers with the weight of sorrow, the depth of her heartbreak surfacing in the vulnerability of that statement. "I can't bear the ache of feeling unseen, unloved. Our paths have diverged, and staying in this union only perpetuates the pain. I need to find a path that leads to fulfillment, even if it means facing a divorce."

"Fine. I will not contest you in this. You will receive half of my fortune, but only after this divorce has been properly processed."

His response is matter-of-fact, offering material compensation without a hint of emotional investment. The realization stings - a stark confirmation of her role as an expendable accessory in his world.

"I don't want your money," she asserts, determination in her voice as she exits his office, leaving behind a relationship reduced to legalities and void of genuine connection.
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