My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli

|Chapter 29: Shadows of Betrayel|

Y/N retreated to the quiet sanctuary of the garden, seeking solace amidst the chaos that had consumed her world. The confrontation with Namjoon had left her with more questions than answers, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily upon her shoulders. She needed clarity, a plan, and above all, she needed to understand what was truly unfolding behind the facade of their lives.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the tranquil garden, Jimin approached with cautious steps, his presence stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions within Y/N.

"Are you okay?" Jimin's voice was soft, laced with genuine concern as he broke the heavy silence.

Y/N hesitated, torn between the comfort of familiarity and the ache of unresolved tension that lingered between them. "I... I don't know, Jimin," she finally admitted her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze betraying the turmoil within.

Jimin sighed, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air between them as he settled beside her on the weathered garden bench. "We'll figure this out, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "We have to. For you... for JK, for all of us."

Back inside the mansion, JK was pacing his office, his mind racing. The call for divorce had been impulsive, driven by his fear for Y/N's safety. But now, he was filled with regret. Could he really protect her by pushing her away?

Namjoon, meanwhile, was in his own office, his mind plotting the next move. He knew he had to play his part carefully to maintain his cover. He couldn't afford to let anyone, especially Y/N, see through his facade.

JK stopped pacing and called for an emergency meeting. Everyone gathered in the main hall, the air thick with tension. Y/N and Jimin joined, their expressions determined but wary.

"We need to address the mole," JK started, his voice resolute. "We can't move forward without knowing who we can trust."

Namjoon nodded, his face a mask of calm. "Agreed. We need to tighten our security and keep our plans close to the chest."

Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Namjoon. His demeanor was too perfect, too composed. Something about his reassurances felt off, but without proof, she couldn't accuse him.

As the meeting progressed, JK outlined its strategy to counter the threats. They would increase security measures, conduct background checks on all members, and set up surveillance to monitor any suspicious activities.

After the meeting, Y/N wanted to say something, to tell him everything she felt, but the words caught in her throat. She nodded, turning to leave. As she reached the door, she glanced back, her eyes meeting JK's. For a moment, the distance between them felt insurmountable.

Meanwhile, Namjoon slipped away to make another call. "They're onto us," he whispered urgently. "But don't worry. I'll handle it. Just stick to the plan."

Jimin made his way to the office, his mind racing with how to approach the delicate situation. He knocked on the door, and JK's voice called out.

"Come in."

Jimin entered, closing the door behind him. JK looked up from his desk, his expression guarded.

"Jimin, what's going on?"

Jimin took a deep breath. "JK, we need to talk. It's about Namjoon."

JK leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with concern. "You think he's involved in this?"