His Vicious Love

Chapter 28

Emma stood, her heart pounding in her chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on her as she clutched her hands tightly, trying to steady herself. The world around her seemed to fade away as her gaze locked onto the figure in front of her. Her breath caught in her throat, disbelief washing over her as she took in the sight of Taehyung—alive, standing before her.

His disheveled appearance, the bruises marring his face and arms, made her heart ache with a pain so deep it threatened to swallow her whole. She stared at him, her eyes welling up with tears, unable to comprehend the reality of the situation.

“T…Taehyung…” 

The word slipped from her lips as a whisper, barely audible, but it was enough. It reached Taehyung’s ears like a lifeline, pulling him back from the brink. He stood still, his own eyes locking onto hers, filled with the same disbelief and overwhelming joy that coursed through her veins. Tears began to fall from his eyes, mirroring the ones streaming down Emma’s cheeks.

With a tentative step, they moved towards each other, emotions swirling thickly in the air between them. Emma’s eyes roamed over Taehyung’s injuries, and a deep, searing pain cut through her chest. Her tears fell faster, catching the afternoon light as they cascaded down her face.

“I thought I lost you forever…” Her voice cracked with the weight of her emotions.

Taehyung reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against her cheek, wiping away a tear. His touch was gentle, yet filled with a desperation that spoke of all the moments he had feared he would never feel this again. But as his gaze dropped to the small but unmistakable bump on her belly, a wave of anguish crashed over him.

The sight hit him like a physical blow, and he stumbled back a step, his face contorting in pain. Emma followed his gaze, immediately understanding the source of his distress. The guilt was overwhelming, crashing over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and broken.

“Taehyung, I…I’m so sorry…” Her voice was thick with sorrow, her words laced with the pain of what had been and what could never be.

Taehyung’s eyes filled with anguish as he looked at her. The sight of her carrying Jungkook’s child was a cruel twist of fate, a knife twisting in his heart. Yet, despite the torment, he couldn’t look away. His love for her was too deep, too consuming to let go.

“Shhhh…It’s not your fault, Emma. It’s never been your fault,” Taehyung whispered, his voice breaking with emotion.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them once more, and gently placed a hand over her bump. His touch was tender, filled with an aching sorrow and a love so pure it broke Emma’s heart anew. She could feel the depth of his pain, the purity of his love, and it tore her apart.

But.,.... But  Taehyung’s lips curled into a cunning smile, the tenderness faded, replaced by a dark mockery. He looked into Emma’s eyes, then past her, as if knowing Jungkook was watching, helpless and terrified. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s lost something precious, Jungkook,” 

Taehyung’s voice echoed in the void, filled with a venomous satisfaction that sent chills down Emma’s spine. His mocking tone was a dagger aimed straight at Jungkook’s heart, driving home the bitter reality that he might lose Emma forever.

Jungkook bolted upright, gasping for breath, his body drenched in cold sweat. The vividness of the nightmare still lingered in his mind—the image of Taehyung escaping his grasp, the cruel twist of fate where Emma, pregnant with his child, reached out for Taehyung with sorrow and regret in her eyes. The look on Taehyung’s face, that twisted grin as he mocked Jungkook’s desperation, haunted him. He rubbed his face and eyes  trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, but the fear gnawed at him, sinking deeper into his core.