Gaining a courage to leave a loveless marriage was hard enough, but is it really a good idea to run to your best friend for help? And would you refuse him when he offers you another kind of 'help' when you needed it?
Character | Namjoon x reader
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Six years. That was the time that you had wasted on your ex.
Sometimes you would look back and wonder how had you ever managed to stay with him for such a long time, and how was it that you were able to miss seeing all the signs. You should have seen it when things were never really that easy from the start, even while you were still in the dating stage where marriage had yet to cross your mind.
You started things with JB that many years ago as casual dating at first. You had broken it off once, or twice, or probably more during those times, all because his family had always found ways of getting themselves involved which would constantly cause rifts in your relationship until either one of you would grow tired of it and give up. But you had always come back to him, for he had always found ways to win you back and your heart had always been too easy to get swayed by his sweet words and false promises.
It was close to four years of being in an on-and-off relationship with the man, before the relationship progressed to an engagement which only lasted for two months, until came the day when he convinced you to elope with him to avoid dealing with his conservative family.
The marriage never had that much problem to begin with. At least, things had started smoothly and things between the two of you had been affable, and you even had a chance to reconcile with your families despite their resentment against your elopement. But things took an ugly turn not too long after, while still at the beginning phase of your marriage.
The first spark of happiness came when you found out that you were pregnant. It was a nice and welcomed surprise, to say the least, but you were both so excited about it that you immediately made elaborate plans for the future baby and you were both quick to announce the good news to your families.
Everything was perfect until it wasn't.
You lost the baby just as you were entering the second month, and another came right after when you decided to try again. Within one year, it was one miscarriage after another, as if your body was unable to withhold the pregnancy any longer than a month or two. And this continued until the signs of pregnancy stopped showing no matter how much sex you have had to make it happen.
At first, you had thought that you would be able to deal with everything—every hardship and pain—as long as you had each other. Because you had loved him and he had shown you time and time again that he had loved you just as fiercely. You had both agreed to other means and options of getting a baby, be it through adoption or by finding a surrogate if need be.
But as always, his family kept getting in the way.
You were headstrong enough to deal with the pressure they had been giving you about building your family with children from your own wombs. Yet as time passed on, it was clear that JB had completely crumbled under the pressure, and the man who you had once proclaimed as the best husband one could have ever gotten soon changed to become the worse of a man through time.
