A Love so far (Taehyung ff)

36) Rules

Yn woke up to a new day, but the memories of her conversation with Taehyung still lingered, haunting her like a ghost. She lay in bed, her mind replaying every word, every gesture, every cruel tone. She couldn't understand why Taehyung was being so harsh, so unforgiving. Why couldn't he see the truth? Why couldn't he believe her?
As the tears began to fall, Yn felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair. She had thought that marrying Taehyung would bring her happiness, would bring her love. But now, she realized that she had made a terrible mistake. Taehyung didn't love her, didn't even believe her. He saw her as a mere pawn in his game of power and prestige.
Yn's body shook with sobs as she thought about her situation. She was trapped in a loveless marriage, bound to a man who didn't care for her. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was disappearing into the darkness of Taehyung's cruelty.
"Why is he doing this to me?" Yn cried out, her voice hoarse from sobbing. "Why can't he see the truth? Why can't he believe me?"
But the questions only hung in the air, unanswered. Yn knew she had to face the harsh reality of her situation. She was alone, abandoned by the man who was supposed to love her. She had to find a way to escape, to break free from the chains of her loveless marriage.
As she lay in bed, Yn made a vow to herself. She would not let Taehyung destroy her. She would not let him break her spirit. She would find a way to rise above, to shine despite the darkness that surrounded her. She would show Taehyung that she was not a pawn to be used, but a strong, resilient woman who would not be defeated.

The maid's gentle voice broke the spell of Yn's despair. "Ma'am, sir has called for you to join him for breakfast." Yn wiped away her tears, trying to compose herself. She didn't want to face Taehyung, didn't want to pretend that everything was fine. But she knew she had to put on a mask, had to play the role of the dutiful wife. Yn's voice was barely above a whisper. "I'll come after showering," she said, stalling for time. She couldn't bear the thought of facing Taehyung right now, not when her emotions were still raw and exposed. She needed a few moments to collect herself, to put on a mask of calmness. The maid nodded and left, leaving Yn alone once again. She took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom, the warm water of the shower a welcome respite from the chill of Taehyung's cruelty. As she washed away her tears, Yn steeled herself for the breakfast ahead, wondering what new humiliations Taehyung had in store for her.

Yn's heart sank as she entered the breakfast room. She had hoped that Taehyung would have left, that she wouldn't have to face him. But there he was, sitting at the table, his eyes fixed on her. He looked calm, collected, as if their conversation the night before had never happened. Yn felt a surge of anger and resentment. How could he be so nonchalant, so uncaring? She took a seat opposite him, her eyes avoiding his. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words. Yn knew she had to be careful, had to play the role of the dutiful wife.

Taehyung's voice was curt, dismissive. "Mia, serve my wife her breakfast." He didn't even look at Yn, his eyes fixed on his phone as he scrolled through it. Mia, the senior maid, nodded and began to serve Yn a steaming bowl of rice porridge, accompanied by an array of side dishes. Yn felt a pang of humiliation, being served like a child, while Taehyung continued to ignore her. She knew she had to keep up the act, but it was getting harder by the minute. Mia, sensing the tension, kept her eyes downcast as she served Yn. "Ma'am, please eat," she said softly. Yn nodded, taking a spoonful of the porridge. It was tasteless, bland, like her marriage. She glanced at Taehyung, who was still engrossed in his phone, his expression unreadable. Yn felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, trapped in a loveless marriage with no escape in sight.

Taehyung entered the study, his movements confident and assertive. Yn followed him, her heart racing with anticipation. The study was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. Taehyung walked over to the large wooden desk, his eyes fixed on some papers scattered across it. Yn closed the door behind her, feeling a sense of trepidation. She stood by the door, her hands clasped together, waiting for Taehyung to speak. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words. Taehyung finally looked up, his eyes piercing.