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jinlia : i'm in love with a criminal

published june 22, 2024. 6693 words
au
lia pov.

"Wait, you're not coming back, are you, Ryujin?" I ask, propping my chin down in despair. I long for her daily presence, but she chooses some shitty work-life over her family.

"In a few days, I will. I'm a little busy. You know how far this job is."

"You cannot be leaving us alone again. Oh, my God," I drone and whine, nibbling on my bottom lip as I admired our drowsy 5-year old daughter, Yuna.

"Sorry. I'll be home soon." My silence prompts her to continue as I sense her guilt. "How's our baby girl?"

"Fine."

"Babe, don't be like that..."

"I want you here tomorrow. She is starting kindergarten soon, and I'm sure she wants to go shopping with her mother."

"Lia, I seriously can't. Please, understand me just this once."

"I can't raise her all by myself."

"Sure, you can. Our daughter prefers your love over mine, you know that."

"Because you've grown so absent. Everyday, she asks me where you are, and I feel so bad that she's not awake when you are here. I have to wait for you until 2 in the morning."

"I'm not asking you to. You need to take care of yourself, baby."

I continue to ramble about our troubles, entirely fixated on our health. "I mean, when was the last time we had sex? I miss your touch, and it gets worse everyday; I'm ovulating right now even!"

Something struck her—perhaps realization and regret—but she maintains her side. "Honey, just do me a favor and relax. I promise, I'll be back before you know it." She hangs up the call before I reply.

Her words echo inside my ear as I set down my phone. I contemplate erupting like a volcano in the middle of the room from such turmoil, but it's late, and I'd risk waking my daughter.

I peck my daughter's forehead before I leave, brushing her short hair back. Smoke escaping my ears, I leave the room.

Then, I recall.

The previous night, while Ryujin was snoring, I snuck into her phone and enabled her location. With this, I could understand where she truly vanishes over the course of a few days.

All day, I stalked her exact whereabouts. It turns out she's been driving around the city, rotating from clubs to hotels to strange alleyways and ghetto motels.

The moment I realized what she's been up to, my jaw dropped ajar in front of Yuna.

"What, Mommy?" she questions, sticking her nose into the screen.

I slam my phone front-side down and correctly hold her in my arms. "It's nothing, cutie. Now stop crawling around!" I playfully change the subject, tickling her stomach.

Giggles filled the room, and I eventually stopped to avoid an involuntary swing to my head.

I made my way to the kitchen to chop something cock-shaped, and because we grew hungry.

"I'm bored now. I want Mom to play with me!" she hisses from the living room, loud enough to hear her desire.

"Well, she's not here, darling." I control my breathing to prevent another voice crack. I stretch my arms out on the edge of the counter and face the ground. Do I really want to cook?

I decide to boil ramen, snacking on the cucumbers while I wait.

"I want Mom," she complains.

"She isn't here, Yuna. When will you understand?!" I yell, my scream bouncing off the walls. "She's never here, and I'm fucking—"