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Jin ah pov:

As soon as I stepped inside my home, a sense of relief washed over me. I didn't want to face anyone, didn't want to answer any questions. I needed the solitude of my room. I moved quickly, not wanting to encounter my family or.

When I finally reached my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 8 AM. I needed to be at the office by 10, which gave me just enough time to take a shower and gather my thoughts.

Despite the pain coursing through my body, I made my way to the bathroom. As I undressed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and froze. Hickeys covered my skin, vivid reminders of Taehyung's possessiveness. The memories of how he marked me flooded back, bringing a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.

"Do I really belong to him?" I whispered to my reflection, my voice trembling. "Why is my life taking this turn? Why the hell am I poor? Why is he controlling my life?"

Questions swirled in my mind, each one more painful than the last. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood there, feeling utterly defeated. But somewhere deep inside, a spark of defiance flared.

"No," I said, my voice stronger this time. "I can't lose. I won't let him win. Jin Ah, you are better than this. You can avoid him. Avoid him as much as you can. Say hurtful words. Hurt him back."

I tried to muster up more courage, but the enormity of my situation weighed heavily on me. In the end, I crumpled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming.

Yet, even in my despair, I clung to the hope that I could find a way out. I had to be strong. I had to find a way to regain control of my life, no matter how difficult the path ahead seemed.

As I stepped out of the shower, I took a moment to compose myself. The warm water had soothed my aching muscles slightly, but the emotional pain lingered. I dried off and carefully applied foundation to cover the hickeys that marred my skin, trying to hide any evidence of the previous night's events.

I chose a formal outfit, hoping that dressing professionally would help me regain some sense of normalcy and control. My eyes were puffy and red from crying, but there was little I could do to mask the exhaustion and turmoil within them. I did my best with makeup, hoping it would be enough to keep questions at bay.

With a final glance in the mirror, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the day ahead. I made my way to the dining table, each step a reminder to stay strong and keep moving forward. As I approached, I could hear the faint clatter of dishes and the low hum of conversation from my family.

I walked in and tried to act as normally as possible, hoping no one would notice the strain in my voice or the slight tremble in my hands.

"Good morning," I greeted, forcing a smile as I took my seat.

"Morning, Jin Ah," my mother replied, looking up from her plate. "You look tired. Everything okay?"

I nodded quickly, not wanting to delve into any explanations. "Just a rough night. I didn't sleep well."

She wasn't convinced. "Why were you out so late? And why didn't you answer your phone? We've been worried sick about you."

The barrage of questions was too much. I could feel my composure slipping. "I was busy. I had things to take care of," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Busy with what? You know you should let us know where you are. What if something happened to you?" Her voice grew more insistent, her concern turning to frustration.