[ COMPLETED ]
" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm trace...
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TAEHYUNG'S POV
I dragged myself into my penthouse, exhausted to my bones. But I need to talk to Olivia about the situation, about a divorce.
The thought sends a mix of emotions through me - guilt, relief, and a touch of anxiety. But underlying it all is the certainty that this is the right decision. My feelings for Vesta have grown so strong, so all-encompassing, and I need to call off this official marriage as soon as possible.
"Olivia?" I called out, my voice was echoing in the spacious living room. No response.
I removed my coat as I walked further looking for any sign of her. "Olivia, are you home?"
Silence greets me. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. It rings several times before she picks up.
"Taehyung?" Her voice comes through, sounding distracted. "Is everything okay?"
"Where are you?" I asked, sinking onto the couch. "I need to have a word with you."
"I'm in US. " she replies casually. "An urgent case came up. I forgot to inform you."
Great. This woman travels every other week. " How long will you be gone?"
"Not sure yet. Listen, Tae, I'm really busy right now. Can we talk later?"
I opened my mouth, ready to insist that we need to have this conversation now, but she continues before I can speak.
"Oh, by the way, Miguel is with me. He's starting at a new company here next week."
" Good for him. " I mumbled lowly. I didn't even want to see his face.
"It was a last-minute decision," Olivia says, her tone dismissive. "Taehyung, I really have to go. I'll call you later, okay?"
Before I can respond, she hangs up. I stare at the phone in disbelief, a storm of emotions were swirling inside me. Frustration at Olivia's casual dismissal of my concerns. And an overwhelming sense of things spiraling out of my control.
"Damn it." I muttered, tossing the phone aside and leaning back into the couch.
I closed my eyes, trying to process everything. The conversation I'd been stealing myself for all day now pushed to some indefinite future.
The irony isn't lost on me. Here I am, ready to end our marriage, and she's not even in the same country.
God , I thought I'd sign off the paper and get rid of this marriage as soon as possible but no. Time has to test my patience
My thoughts drift to Vesta, and I feel a pang of longing. She would understand. She'd sit here with me, listen as I sorted through my jumbled thoughts and emotions. But I can't just take her for granted.
