Love Lust Betrayal 🔞

The next day

Namjoon arrived home early in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The house was silent, and he immediately noticed YN sleeping on the couch. Her wedding dress was slightly wrinkled, and her face looked peaceful, making her appear even more beautiful in the morning light.

Why does she have to look so innocent? he thought, feeling a pang of something unfamiliar in his chest.
But then, the reality of the situation hit him—the marriage, the loss of his freedom. Anger surged through him. "I won’t let her ruin my life."

He made a noise as he entered, causing YN to stir and wake up. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orient herself. Seeing Namjoon standing there, she tried to speak.

YN : "Namjoon, where were—"

"Make breakfast," Namjoon interrupted coldly, his voice cutting through her question. Without waiting for a response, he turned and went upstairs to change.

YN sat up fully, feeling a mix of confusion and sadness. She found some comfortable clothes in the closet and changed, trying to shake off the feeling of abandonment from the night before. She made her way to the kitchen, determined to start the day right.

As Namjoon came downstairs, he saw YN in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts. His anger flared up instantly.

"How dare you wear my clothes?" he barked, storming over to her. "Who gave you permission, you bitch?"

Y/N flinched at his words, turning to face him. "Namjoon, I'm your wife—"

"Wife? My foot!" Namjoon interrupted, his voice dripping with contempt. "You’re nothing but a gold digger who came for my money. Don’t ever think I’ll accept you as my wife. I won’t even touch you, you slut. God knows how many men you’ve been with."

YN's eyes filled with tears, her hopes crashing down around her. She had thought, maybe, there was a chance for them. But his words shattered her completely.

"Breakfast is ready," she said quietly, her voice trembling.

Namjoon looked at her with disdain. "I’m not eating anything you make," he spat, turning on his feet and leaving the house.

As the door slammed behind him, YN sank to the floor, hugging herself as sobs wracked her body. Everything she had hoped for, everything she had believed in, was crumbling. She felt utterly broken, alone in a house that was supposed to be her new home.

Why is this happening? she thought,

tears streaming down her face. "What did I do to deserve this?"

The weight of Namjoon's cruel words bore down on her, each insult echoing in her mind. She tried to find solace in her thoughts, but everything seemed bleak.

"I thought things could get better. I thought maybe he would change. But now..." YN's heart ached, the pain almost unbearable. She hugged herself tighter, rocking back and forth on the kitchen floor.

Maybe I’m just fooling myself, she thought, the last remnants of hope slipping away. "Maybe this is my fate—to be unloved, unwanted."

YN looked around the large, beautiful kitchen, feeling the stark contrast between her surroundings and her reality. She had everything materially, but emotionally, she felt emptier than ever.

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Meanwhile, Namjoon drove to his office, his mind racing. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to shake off the image of YN’s tear-streaked face.

Why do I feel like this? he wondered, frustration boiling inside him." She’s just a gold digger. She deserves this."

But a small voice in the back of his mind questioned his harshness. He shoved it aside, focusing on his anger instead. He wouldn't let himself be swayed by her tears. He had to stay strong, to protect himself from the vulnerability he felt creeping in.

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Back at the house, YN finally stood up, wiping her tears. She had to pull herself together, to find some semblance of strength.

"I have to survive this," she told herself." I have to find a way to be strong."

She finished preparing breakfast, but the food went uneaten. The empty house echoed with silence, a stark reminder of her loneliness. She knew she had to find a way to navigate this new life, even if it meant facing Namjoon’s cruelty head-on.

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As the day dragged on, YN busied herself with small tasks around the house, trying to keep her mind off Namjoon's harsh words. But every now and then, the pain would resurface, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

"I have to believe things will change "she thought, trying to hold onto any shred of hope. "Maybe, someday, he’ll see me differently. Maybe..."

But for now, all she could do was endure, waiting for a glimmer of kindness in a world that seemed so cold.

( To be continued )