" 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 traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV
Suddenly, the car slowed and pulled over to Taehyung's garage. I didn’t even realize when we had come all the way from compton to his penthouse now. Taehyung's gentle voice broke through the fog of my grief.
"Ves" he whispered, his voice was soft but filled with so much concern. "It's okay. Let it out."
That was all it took. The dam I had been holding up all day finally burst. Every tear, every ounce of pain and sorrow I’d been trying to keep inside came flooding out. My whole body shook as I cried, unable to stop the wave of emotions that had been building up.
Taehyung unbuckled his seatbelt, and then mine, leaning across the center console to pull me into his arms. One hand rested on my back, rubbing slowly, soothing circles, while the other cradled my head against his chest.
I don’t know how long I cried, but Taehyung didn’t rush me. He just held me, letting me pour everything out. When the sobs finally subsided, I pulled back, wiping at my tear-stained face. That’s when I noticed his shirt was soaked a little from my tears.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, embarrassed as I gestured at the wet patch on his chest.
Taehyung shook his head with a small, sad smile on his face. "Don’t apologize. Never apologize for grief. It’s part of loving someone." His fingers reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
" I’m not letting you stay alone tonight. Anna mentioned she’d be busy with a friend, so you’re coming over to my place. End of discussion." Taehyung added.
"But what about Miguel and Mrs. Kim?" I started, but before I could finish, Taehyung placed his fingers gently over my lips, silencing me.
"Miguel and Olivia are out of the country." he said quietly. His eyes held mine, something serious and determined in his gaze. "And don’t address her Mrs. Kim."
"But she’s your—"
"Not for long." Taehyung interrupted. "I’m filing for divorce. The papers are ready and I've signed it off already. As soon as she’s back in LA, I'll talk about it to her and do the needful right away. "
I stared at him, stunned by the suddenness of his words.
Divorce?
My mind struggled to process it. He was actually ending things with her?
He seemed to sense my disbelief because he took my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over my cheeks. "I want you to understand something, Ves. This isn’t just some fling to me. I’m not playing around with you. Everything I say, everything I feel, it’s real. I’m committed to you. I want us to have a future together, without any of the baggage from our past holding us back."
