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Chapter 31 -Betrayal

"Hey, Maya," Jungkook greeted me, his voice warm. Both he and Aria smiled, but only one of those smiles felt genuine. Concern soon replaced their expressions as they took in my appearance.

"Come with me," Taehyung said softly, pulling me further into his apartment. As we walked, I could feel the weight of their gazes on us, their curiosity and concern trailing behind.

We made our way to his bedroom, and once inside, he closed the door with a soft click and turned the lock, ensuring that no one would interrupt us.

He turned to face me, his eyes soft yet intense, silently urging me to speak. I swallowed hard, feeling a dryness in my throat as the reality of the moment sank in.

"Take a seat," he said gently, guiding me to the edge of the bed. I sat down, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath me. Taehyung followed, taking a seat next to me.

For a moment, we sat in silence, the weight of my emotions pressing heavily on me. The room was filled with a quiet tension, waiting for me to break the silence.

He took my hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring, and turned towards me. "Is your dad okay?" he asked gently, trying to guess what might be weighing on my mind.

I shook my head slowly, feeling the familiar sting of tears welling up in my eyes. "He's getting better, but it's not my dad I wanted to talk about," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I tried my best not to cry in front of him, but the effort made my throat tighten even more.

Taehyung's grip on my hand tightened slightly, offering a silent support. "Maya, it's okay to let it out," he said softly, his eyes filled with concern and understanding. "You don't have to hold it all in."

What he said only made me feel even more guilty, and I took a moment to gather myself, looking down at our intertwined hands. The comfort of his touch contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions inside me, making the guilt feel even more intense.

"Taehyung," I started, and he hummed in response, urging me to continue. "I don't know what to say. It's all just so overwhelming." I paused, and he waited patiently. "I just don't want to drag you into my complicated situation," I finally said.

He looked at me with a hint of confusion, his brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean by dragging me into it?" he asked softly, trying to understand.

I took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "Yesterday, I had a talk with Daniel," I said, my voice trembling slightly. Taehyung's frown relaxed, replaced by a subtle concern. He leaned in a bit closer, his eyes searching mine for any signs of distress.

"And?" he asked softly, his tone gentle and supportive.

I looked down, "And," I began, "We talked about our relationship, the divorce, and everything that's been happening. It wasn't easy," I admitted, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "He wanted to know if there was any chance for us to work things out, to maybe give our marriage another try." I said and I felt his grip on my hands tighten gently, urging me to look up at him.

"He does that often, right? Why are you worried about it now? What did you tell him?" he asked in one breath, his tone soft but filled with urgency.

I looked down again, unable to meet his gaze. "But yesterday, doubt crept into my mind," I admitted. For a few seconds, there was silence, and I didn't dare to look up at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked at last, his tone both steady and soothing, though his apprehension was evident.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of his question. "I started questioning whether I'm making the right choice with the divorce. I know I've been sure about it for a long time, but hearing Daniel's words made me wonder if maybe I'm missing something or if there's a chance things could be different," I said. And slowly, I felt his grip on my hand loosening, the warmth and firmness that had been there starting to fade. A sudden shock surged through me, and I instinctively tightened my hold on his hand, not wanting to lose that comforting connection.