In Another's Shoes.

Crimson Torture.

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Chapter 45: (your pov)

With trembling hands, I flipped to the next page of Jungkook's journal, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of his words heavy upon me. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I began reading.

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August 5, 1818

Sixteen agonizing days have slipped by, each one shattering my hope that the woman before me is still my Aaira. She is not. I find myself consumed by a rage so intense I can barely contain it. I want to confront this imposter, to demand answers—Who are you? What have you done with my wife? But fury knots my throat, rendering me unable to speak the words that burn within me.

This deceit cuts deep, not just into my heart but through the fabric of our family. How could someone masquerade so convincingly as Aaira? Did she harm my beloved, or worse, eliminate her? The unanswered questions torment me, amplified by Aaira's prolonged absence. Has she fled, or is she being held against her will?

I am adrift in a sea of uncertainty, grappling with the haunting possibility that my true Aaira may never return. Yet, amid the turmoil, a resolve hardens within me—I will uncover the truth, no matter the cost. Until then, I am left to wrestle with the echoes of her absence, longing for the day when I can hold her in my arms again.

Today, something unusual happened. I saw her standing in the rain, drenched and shivering. When I tried to pull her inside, she jerked away from me with a force that startled me. Moments later, I found her in Soobin's arms, seeking comfort from him. My heart clenched with anger and disbelief. My Aaira would never act this way, not even after knowing the depths of my wrath.

Driven by desperation, I went to the library to uncover what she does all day. I questioned the maids and anyone who had seen her recently. They all said the same thing: she is always found reading her journal. Determined to find answers, I picked up her journal, hoping to understand what was happening to her.

To my shock, I discovered that she hadn't written a single word in it for a long time. This discovery only deepened my confusion. Who was this woman pretending to be my wife, and what had she done with the real Aaira? I knew then that I had to dig deeper, uncover the truth, and bring my Aaira back to where she belongs.

I slapped her right across the face with the force I believed was necessary, the impact resonating through the room. Without hesitation, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her through the mansion, my anger boiling over into humiliation for her in front of everyone.

The betrayal and deception she embodied deserved nothing less in my eyes. I could see the shock and fear in her eyes, but it only fueled my resolve. Finally, I shoved her into a room and locked the door behind her, the echo of the lock clicking into place a temporary balm for my rage.

I ordered everyone in the mansion to stay away from the entire floor, making it clear that no one was allowed to enter. I needed to carry out my plan without interruptions. All day, I thought about how to make her suffer, my mind filled with dark and angry thoughts. I thought about tying her to a chair and questioning her until she told the truth, denying her food and water.