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Strength in Broken Pieces

Y/n’s POV 

“ You're right. " He whispered. I heard him. 

“ You are no longer my responsibility. But that doesn't change me as someone responsible. Our families aren't quite favourable to look up for residence. Just figure out where you will go and I will stop questioning about anything at all.” Taehyung stretched his speech only for me to feel even more bitter.

“ You think living with a cheater even for a moment is more favourable than going back to the family who at least don't pretend to be good ?” I frowned at him with anger visible in my eyes . “ I was clear with what I said . If you don't wish to stay a moment longer then I have a place in mind and you can stay- " " What are you Kim Taehyung ? Why do you always have to be so fuvking self centric and cold ? “ His simplicity in speaking even when caught in this tormenting mess was something appalling at this rate . How could he be so unphased about it all ?

“ Why do you always have to leave me in a position where I have to point at myself and call myself a fool for hoping for something from you? You are just…you're…I simply can't tolerate you anymore so leave me alone . Keep your pretence of being a gentleman aside. You are anything but that . You are someone who can lead a woman on . Someone who would pretend to be warmer at night to get what he wants and in the morning you would pretend as if nothing ever happened. I was a fool all along. You already make me pity myself for ever expecting anything from you . Stop making me start to hate myself now . Just stop . “

My chest raised and fell , heaving heavily after saying out loud everything I had been holding back . If this was a good riddance then I would like to let myself free from any kind of burden that had loaded my chest for a year now . Situations make people learn from it and take steps which they are yet to explore. I never had the confidence in myself to step out of this marriage before. This divorce was a second chance for me . 

“ If you feel that way…” There was something faltering in his ever sombre voice . Taehyung stood there stiff and straight, as perfectly as he always did but something seemed different with the way he held his hands together and said , “you may leave . I won't interfere in any of your decisions anymore. “ I could see his eyes darkening as he clenched his jaws . He looked at me for one last time before turning away. 

His retreating back was a final reminder of the end of our marriage, the false hopes I was shown and the momentum spark between us. I packed my things in a haste . The urgency of leaving this place was evidently showing up in my actions. This was my chance to rebuild my life from the fragments of the broken marriage. 

I had a chance in front of me. A life with the child in my womb and myself. 

The hallway was never ending , each step echoing the hidden fear in my chest.  I had no idea where to end up eventually. I wasn't going back to my parents who gave up on me so easily . Nor did I have friends whom I could reach out to . 

I wasn't exactly financially independent either. But I had taken the first step towards it , three months back . Three months back would have been a string of happiest moments I had had during this marriage. Taehyung had grown warmer and his family was away . We had shifted after four months of our marriage to this penthouse. It was because he needed a place where he could work in peace . 

I was content with that . Anything to be away from those terrible in-laws . Then one night I approached his study and suggested my idea to hold an art exhibition with the works I had stored till then . Although he didn't agree immediately, he nodded his head as a response and went back to his work . The next day I received a text from him with a collection of pictures of various art galleries where the exhibition could be held .