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𝟬𝟭| 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆?

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗

You covered your ears in annoyance as it still irritates you as it used to do years ago.

Ignoring the fact you open your eyes, usually with a smile on your lips, another month of trying to know what you are actually.

A daughter, A wife, A maid or A human?

You turn your head in left hoping to see your husband's face but there was no one.

You sighed thinking probably he was downstairs, before you made your ways towards the living room.

“ Good morni--” You stopped when you notice there was no one, the living room was empty.

Another day of another month but with the hope one day your husband actually wake up next to you, eat breakfast with you as you always wished your future husband to be.

Sighing deeply you walked back into your room to fresh up.

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Right now you were scrolling through your phone, fighting the urge to call your husband which you eventually did.

After a while he picked up as you spoke “ Hey, Um you left without telling you ar--” “ Did I ever told you before? ” His rude reply ringed in your ears.

You had no answer as you already know this is the worst habit of yours, expecting too much and caring too much for someone who never give a damn about you.

“ No but I want--” hanging up the call right infront of your face your husband usually thought he showed his dominance over you.

Your eyes filled with tears but you blinked it away anyways.

“ yn, will please help me with these flowers? ” the lady asked for your help as you work in her shop.

Not cause your husband doesn't give you money or you are poor but because this is what makes you happy.

It makes your lonely go away atlest for a while.

You nodded with a soft smile as you quickly went to help her.

The Aroma of the flowers was filled in the shop, providing a sense of peace in your mind
“ How's is your life going on yn? Your husband, does he takes you out for dinner? ” the lady asked while giggling playfully.

“ yes he do ” without thinking twice you answered knowing he doesn't even glace at you.

The lady smiled brightly as you two continued with your work.

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“ Good job Choi, I'm very proud of you, ask what you want in return? ” A man asked while blowing his cigarette out.

His Aura was cold, mysterious, masking his true intentions.

“ Nothing Sir, I'm lucky just cause I work for you and I'm able to prove myself to you ” The another man said devotedly while his gaze was low.

A dark chuckle left from the older man's mouth knowing and trusting his most trusted man's devotion and loyalty.

“ anyways you know your next mission right? ” “ yes sir, I know it very well ” the talk once again became serious as they continue to discuss on another topic.

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The door clicked open as your eyes quickly dropped on your half drunken husband.

You got up from the couch and went towards him, before you could take off his coat he pushed you away making you stumble.

“ god fuck yn, when will you understand that I don't need your help ”
He said harshly as he shot you cold glare “ I know but you are tried that's why I was trying to help ” you said calmly.

The distance you maintain from him was soon vanish when he stepped closer to you.
“ trying to be a perfect wife? ” he asked “ how comes you forgot that it's just a fucking forced marriage ” he spat rudely.

You clenched your fists remembering the harsh reality of your marriage.

Day by day it was becoming hard for you to keep your calm and always putting efforts for both of you, acting like a good wife infront of his parents even if you both were forced to marry each other.

Him and his parents knows everything about you but you only knew his name, besides that you know nothing about your in-laws or him.

He walked away leaving you dumbfounded in the living room, of went in his own room.

Your eyes filled with tears when you remember your father's words ‘ don't show us your face ever if you do anything stupid, put your husband's happiness first then think about yourself  ’

‘ I too want to be loved ’ you thought to yourself while tears were rolling down to your cheeks.

Right now, you were nothing but just someone who cleans the house like a maid, and looking desperate to be loved by your husband.

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