His Silent Bride

Chapter 4

Entering the room after Taehyung, Yn stood there nervously, uncertain of her next move. Taehyung's gaze held an enigmatic expression, leaving her anxious and on edge. The thoughts swirling in her mind questioned Taehyung's intentions, pondering the possibilities of what their first night together might entail. Fate, however, remained a mystery, waiting to unfold its plans for her.

As Taehyung approached Yn, her heart quickened its pace, mirroring the anticipation that filled the room. Instinctively, she reached for her book and pen, ready to communicate her thoughts. But before she could grasp them, a deep, ominous voice resonated through the air, commanding her to halt "Don't". The weight of those words froze her in place, sending shivers down her spine. A foreboding sensation crept over her, signaling that something was amiss.

Taehyung's words hung in the air, heavy with a sense of foreboding. Yn's confusion deepened, her eyes searching his face for any hint of understanding. But his expression remained stoic, his gaze unwavering.

As the silence stretched on, Yn's heartbeat thundered in her ears, a constant reminder of her vulnerability. She wondered if Taehyung could hear it too, if he could sense the fear pulsating through her veins. But his unreadable demeanor offered no solace.

"This marriage won't be a fairy tale, so don't get your hopes up," Taehyung finally spoke, his voice laced with a hint of resignation. The weight of his words settled upon Yn's shoulders, threatening to crush her spirit.

Confusion mingled with a tinge of hurt, Yn's eyes locked onto Taehyung's. She longed to understand the meaning behind his cryptic statement, to unravel the enigma that was her husband. But his silence, his unspoken secrets, only fueled her curiosity.

In that moment, Yn realized that this union held more complexities than she had ever imagined. The path ahead seemed treacherous, fraught with uncertainties.

"Confused, right?" Taehyung's words penetrated Yn's contemplation, prompting her to emerge from her thoughts. She managed to nod slowly, urging him to continue. She needed to understand the depth of his deception, to unravel the motives behind his actions.

Taehyung's voice carried a hint of arrogance as he spoke, his words cutting through the silence. "Well, for your information, all the bullshit I said about falling in love with you at the party was just a mere lie." His admission hung in the air, heavy with betrayal.

Yn's eyes widened, disbelief etched across her face. How could someone play with emotions so callously? But Taehyung's next words shattered any remaining illusions. "I wanted you. I wanted you just because you can't talk." The weight of his confession crushed her spirit, leaving her feeling like a mere object, a pawn in his game.

A wave of anger surged within Yn, but her voice remained trapped within her. She longed to express her pain, her disappointment, but her muteness held her captive. Taehyung's desire for a wife who couldn't speak, a wife who wouldn't challenge him, left her feeling powerless and insignificant.

The weight of her silence felt heavier than ever before. She longed to release the words trapped within her, to scream out her frustrations and fears. But she knew, deep down, that her voice would never reach the ears of those who needed to hear it.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she grappled with the overwhelming emotions swirling inside her. It seemed as though she was always the one being used, taken advantage of by those around her. Why was it always her? Why couldn't she break free from this cycle?

A sense of helplessness washed over Yn, threatening to drown her in its suffocating grip. She felt like a puppet, controlled by the whims of others, unable to assert her own desires and needs. It was a suffocating existence, one that left her gasping for air.