The Other Woman→𝙆𝙏𝙃

[Ten; Her and You]

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[TAEHYUNG]
[A few hours ago]
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I don't know why I am here. 

I shouldn't be here. Especially not after I forcefully kept Y/n away from Ila for this whole time. I should be at home right now, asking my wife why on earth did she think it was a good idea to blow my card.

I stare at the house before me that was once shared by Y/n and Ila. Maybe I should just turn my car around and forget whatever I came here for. I cannot face Ila this soon, the news of me marrying her sister is still raw to her and I don't have it in me to hurt her any longer.

I shouldn't be here. But for some reason, I am.

And the reason is Y/n. 

This morning, she seemed like a ghost in my arms when I dragged her away from Ila. There was something about her; too frail, too breakable, like she was unravelling before my eyes. Her repeating words, barely a whisper; 'I didn't even get to collect my clothes from our house.' 

I don't know why that struck me. Why I cared. I'm pretty sure she was dissociating, the weight of recent events getting to her. It's not like I haven't pushed her before. But this time, it felt different. Like something was breaking inside her, and for the first time, it wasn't just anger or defiance. It was something deeper. Something I wasn't prepared to face.

Y/n is anything but weak. She's always been fierce and sharp as a blade. So seeing her dissociate like that—vacant and distant—struck a nerve I didn't even know I had. Hell, I never even saw Y/n cry. I am not sure if she is even capable of those emotions. Ila always told me how she worries for her. She feared Y/n was broken in ways she couldn't fix.

When I married Y/n, I swore I'd break her. Make her crack, make her cry. But then when I saw her fiery eyes so vacant for the first time today...

And what unsettles me most isn't just her fragility— it's my reaction to it.

I shouldn't care. I don't care. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But the way her emptiness affected me, it's confusing. It's pulling at something I didn't expect, something that feels dangerously close to empathy. And that's not part of the plan.

I hate that I kept her busy for the whole day today, just so I didn't see those empty gazes again.

And I hate even more that, I am now walking to her old house, just so I collect her fucking clothes. As if she hasn't drained my bank account with enough clothes already. And by the notifications I keep getting on my phone tells me she isn't even remotely close to stopping it. 

God, she should buy some fucking clothes. 

Otherwise, for the past week, all she has been doing is raid my closet and walk around my house, in my shirts. 

It's been barely a week and my clothes, closet, room; everything smells like her.

God damn it, I told Jina many times to not let her in my room. But the lady only shrugs and tells me she's not here to babysit and apparently I don't pay her to watch over a grown woman. 

I knock on the door and when Ila opens the door, her face drops. ''Tae..''

Ila stands frozen for a moment, her eyes wide as if she can't believe I'm standing here. Her lips part, but no words come out. I don't blame her. After everything, I'm the last person she probably expected— or wanted to see.

"Ila," I say, keeping my voice steady, but it's hard. I run a hand through my hair, trying to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to say to make this less unbearable.