My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli

|Chapter 38: Embrace of Redemption|

Y/N's POV:

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I stirred, feeling the weight of exhaustion in my bones. Memories of the previous night came rushing back, and I couldn't help but feel grateful that we had made it through safely. No one had gotten hurt, and for that, I was thankful.

As I slowly sat up, I recalled how JK had held me close, his presence a comforting anchor in the chaos. He had been my rock, shielding me from the worst of it, and his gentle reassurances had soothed my trembling fear. I remembered the way he had whispered that everything would be okay, and it had given me a sliver of hope amidst the turmoil.

I slipped out of bed, my feet touching the cool floor. Quietly, I made my way downstairs, my mind still heavy with thoughts of the night before. I wondered where JK was and if he was okay. The house was eerily silent, and as I approached the dining room, I realized no one was there. Breakfast with the others was a comforting routine, but today, it seemed like everything was off-kilter.

Curiosity led me to the study, where JK often spent his time. As I neared the door, I heard voices—JK and Jimin, their tones tense and filled with concern.

"Look, you did it again," Jimin's voice carried through the slightly ajar door. "Because of you, she was in danger. What do you think you're going to do now, huh?"

My heart ached at the accusation in Jimin's words, but I understood his worry. I hesitated, not wanting to eavesdrop but unable to walk away.

"Jimin, I know you're worried," JK's voice was calm, yet firm. "But remember, Y/N is my wife. It's my responsibility to protect her."

I could feel the weight of JK's words, the burden he carried. He was right—he had always been my protector, even when it meant putting himself in harm's way. But the strain in his voice also hinted at the conflict within him, the struggle to balance his love for me with the dangers that seemed to follow us.

"I am sorry, JK, but you promised me you would keep her safe," Jimin's voice carried through the slightly ajar door. "The night you promised that same night she got kidnapped. What do you think now? Please, do something to ensure she doesn't get into any more trouble."

There was a heavy silence before JK responded, his voice lower and filled with emotion. "Jimin, I... I'm trying. I think I need to talk to her. Maybe... maybe it's time I give her the paper."

I could hear the tension in his voice, and it broke my heart. I knew JK felt responsible for everything, even things beyond his control.

Jimin sighed, his voice softening. "I know you love her, JK. I just want her to be safe. You need to do what's best for her, even if it hurts."

"I know," JK replied quietly. "I don't want you to worry. I'll talk to her. Just... give me some time."

My blood ran cold, and a surge of anger welled up inside me. I pushed the door open, my eyes blazing with fury. "What do you mean? Huh?"

Both JK and Jimin turned to face me, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. Jimin looked between us and then took a step back. "I think you two need to talk."

I held up a hand to stop him. "No, Jimin. Stay. I want to hear this from both of you." I turned to JK, my voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger. "Is it about the divorce?"

JK's silence stretched painfully, and then he nodded, his eyes avoiding mine. "Y/N, let's just get divorced. It's safe for you. And it's better...for both of...us..."