My Cold Wife

Part 10 - Tangled Nightmares

My dear loves,

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Warm regards

Ash Kim

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Jennie's POV

6:00 pm

As I gazed at the box in front of me, my heart fluttered with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The note resting on top of the box caught my attention, its words eliciting a scoff from my lips. 

I hope you like this, it's my first gift and I am nervous. Love you, Jen.

The sentiment felt trite and forced, a feeble attempt to convey affection in the face of our strained circumstances.

Pushing aside my reservations, I began to unwrap the box, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. As the layers of paper fell away, revealing the contents within, I couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise and disbelief. Nestled within the box was a meticulously crafted model, its intricate details catching the light and casting playful shadows across the room.

But it wasn't until I focused on the object in my hands that I realized its significance. The model depicted a familiar sight—the building that housed Chanel Industries—rendered in stunning detail through the art of 3D printing. And perched atop the structure, gleaming proudly in the light, was the iconic Chanel logo.

As I carefully lifted the model from its confines, a small piece of paper caught my eye. Unfolding it, I found another note, its words striking a chord deep within me. 

I saw how much damage is done to this building you are in right now. Until then, please shift your work to my building. I have an entire two floors empty for you, and the work has already started. Please accept my request even though you hate me.

The sincerity of Y/N's words touched something within me, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Despite my anger and resentment towards her, I couldn't deny the depth of her love and the lengths to which she was willing to go to prove it. And as a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, I couldn't help but marvel at the complexity of our relationship—the way love and hate intertwined in a delicate dance, leaving me torn between my feelings for her and the reality of my situation.

But even as I reveled in the warmth of her gesture, a pang of guilt gnawed at my conscience. How could I allow myself to be swayed by her actions when my heart belonged to another? With a heavy sigh, I set the note aside, knowing that the path forward would be fraught with challenges and difficult decisions. But for now, as I held the model in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flicker within me—a hope that perhaps, against all odds, love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

As Rose and Jisoo entered my cabin, their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the model in my hands. I could feel their curiosity and concern palpable in the air as they approached me, their gazes flickering between me and the object in my hands.

What's this, Unnie?

Rose asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she reached out to take the model from me. I hesitated for a moment, grappling with the weight of the decision before finally relenting and handing the model over to them. 

It's a gift from Y/N,

I admitted, my voice heavy with resignation as I sank into my chair. Jisoo's brow furrowed in confusion as she examined the model, her fingers tracing the intricate details with care.