His Vicious Love

chapter 20

As Emma slowly regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the searing pain radiating from her lower region. A small whimper escaped her lips as she attempted to sit up in bed, only to be met with a wave of agony. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, and to her horror, it belonged to him.

Frantically, Emma scanned her body, confirming her worst fears - she was completely naked under the oversized shirt. The soreness between her legs served as a painful reminder of the events that had transpired, memories she desperately wished were nothing more than a nightmare.

Her gaze drifted to the bed, where the evidence of their reckless passion lay strewn across the crumpled sheets. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took in the sight, her heart breaking at the realization of what had occurred.

"No... no, this can't be happening," she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. "No… no ..no ."

The memories of their night together flooded her mind, each blurry image a painful reminder of her vulnerability and his betrayal. Emma buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to come to terms with what had happened.

As Emma sat alone in her room, her tears flowing freely, she couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of shame and regret that consumed her. How could she have allowed herself to be so vulnerable, so easily swayed by his touch? How could she have let him ruin her in such a way?

With each sob that racked her body, Emma hugged her knees tighter, as if seeking solace from the pain that threatened to consume her. She felt as though she had betrayed not only herself, but also Taehyung, whose face flashed before her eyes, his expression filled with disappointment and hurt.

The weight of her actions bore down on her, suffocating her with guilt and self-loathing. How could she face him after what had happened? How could she ever forgive herself for allowing him to take advantage of her in such a way?

Throughout the day, Emma remained secluded in her room, unable to face the outside world or the harsh reality of her situation. Her mind raced with questions, each one more tormenting than the last. How had he been able to manipulate her so easily? How had he been able to betray her trust in such a callous manner?

And yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, one question burned brighter than the rest: why? Why had he done this to her? What had driven him to betray her in such a devastating manner?

As the hours passed, Emma's resolve hardened. She needed answers, needed to confront him and demand an explanation for his actions. She needed to know why he had chosen to ruin her, to shatter the fragile trust she had placed in him. And until she had those answers, she knew she would never be able to forgive herself for what had happened.

As Emma sat on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and rage, she waited for Jungkook to return to their bedroom. The minutes stretched on, each one feeling like an eternity as she braced herself for the confrontation that was about to unfold.

Finally, she heard the creak of the door as it swung open, and there he was, Jungkook, his expression clouded with an unmistakable darkness. Emma's eyes blazed with fury as she rose to her feet, her entire body trembling with anger.

Without a second thought, her hand flew through the air, the sound of her palm connecting with Jungkook's cheek echoing through the room. His head snapped to the side, a red mark blossoming on his skin.

"Why?"

Emma's voice trembled with emotion as she stared at him, tears welling in her eyes.

"Why did you do this, Jungkook?"