[ 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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VESTA'S POV
I stood there, frozen in place, as the world felt like it crumbled around me. Taehyung's words echoed in my ears.
"Because I love her." Four simple words that shattered the fragile balance holding everything together.
Taehyung had been a force of nature tonight, a man consumed by rage—something I’d never seen from him before.
I’d always known Dr Kim Taehyung as composed, level-headed, the type of person who could diffuse any situation with a calm word or a firm hand. But tonight- tonight, he was different.
Unrecognizable.
The fury in his eyes had terrified me, not because I feared him, but because I had never seen that side of him.
The man who was always in control had been completely overtaken by a primal, uncontrollable anger. He wasn’t the Dr. Kim Taehyung who smiled gently at me or who always tried to make me feel safe.
He was someone I couldn't reason with, couldn't calm down.
When we arrived here tonight, I had tried to stop him. I had pleaded, begged him to let it go, but his face had been like stone. And when he looked at me- that one look, the coldness in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched… It terrified me.
For the first time since knowing him, I felt a fear that had nothing to do with physical harm, but a fear of what he might do to Miguel.
He was far beyond listening to me, far beyond hearing reason.
I glanced at Miguel's mother, who looked utterly blindsided. The shock in her eyes quickly turned to disbelief as her gaze darted between me and Taehyung. Miguel, still slumped against the wall, let out a bitter, twisted laugh that sent chills down my spine.
"Well, well, well," Miguel sneered with his voice dripping with contempt. "Cheating with my stepdad, huh? And here I thought you were better than that, Vesta Laurent."
How dare he try to twist this around on me?
"Don’t you dare, Miguel." I said, my voice was sharp and steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Don’t you dare make this about me cheating. You lost the right to judge the moment you decided to sleep with someone else while we were together. Taehyung and I—this happened after we broke up. So, don’t you dare try to play the victim here."
Miguel's face twisted in rage, but before he could retaliate, but his Mother's voice sliced through.
"I can’t believe this." she whispered, looking suddenly worn and tired. "My husband and my son's ex-girlfriend? This is freakin crazy. "
"Olivia." Taehyung said firmly, taking a step forward while still holding my hand. His voice was stern yet firm now trying to hold back the rage from earlier. "I tried to tell you. Remember a few days ago when I called, wanting to talk? I wanted to discuss this—about getting a divorce."
