In Another's Skin

Embers Of Grace

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Chapter 27: (Aaira's pov)
1 August, 2025.

A few minutes later, Ian returned, holding the discharge papers. He helped me out of the bed and supported me as we made our way out of the hospital room. The old couple followed. As we reached the car, Ian turned to the old woman.

Ian: Let me drop you home as well.

She just smirked and climbed into the back seat, her eyes never leaving me. I settled into the front seat, my hands starting to tremble. Ian started the car and drove off at a high speed. The cityscape blurred past the window, but I was lost in my own thoughts.

Jungkook. His name echoed in my mind, a constant, painful reminder of what I had left behind. He was my husband. What would he think of me now? Would he even look at me again? Will I be considered a cheater ? These questions repeated on my mind, I couldn't help but cry internally.

The thought of his anger, his disappointment, was unbearable, he wouldn't even spare a glance at me. Jungkook had always been protective, sometimes to a fault. If he found out what had happened, he would be furious. He might never speak to me again.

Aaira: He'll never forgive me...

I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away, trying to focus on the present. I couldn't afford to break down now. I don't really wanna die.

I kept whispering the same thing over and over again, he wouldn't forgive me, he wouldn't forgive me, he would never forgive me. Like I was chanting a matra for him to forgive me. Ian glanced at me.

Ian: What did you say, Aaira?

Aaira: Nothing... I'm just thinking about something.

The old woman's smirk grew wider. She leaned forward slightly, her voice dripping with malice.

Old Woman: Thinking about your husband, aren't you? He's probably forgotten all about you by now. You're nothing to him.

Ian: What Nonsense are you blabbering?

Her words were harsh, but they were true, he had actually forgotten me i guess, I even think he must have found Another girl for himself, he wouldn't search for a missing gurl would he ? I guess she's saying the truth, Jungkook would have moved on.

If I was destined to die here, I wish Jungkook had moved on. I can't bear to see him suffer behind me, If he can't come to take me here, I wish he wouldn't search for me there either. Even though the old woman's words were curt yet. I refused to let her see how much they hurt me.

Instead, I turned to look out the window, my mind racing again. Going back to the old couple wasn't an option. I knew they would kill me. But what about Ian? Could I trust him? His parents clearly didn't like me, and I didn't want to be a burden on him either.

As the car sped down the highway, the silence was deafening. My thoughts kept circling back to Jungkook. Would he ever forgive me? Could he ever understand what I'd been through?

Ian: Aaira, what are you thinking?

His voice was gentle as he asked me ? I can't even tell him the pain I was going through all by myself, I met staring at my hands practically ignoring his question. But I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. The old woman's presence in the back seat was a constant reminder of the danger that still lurked.