The Unfaithful

1

The soft clink of silverware echoed in the quiet dining room, the ambient glow from the chandelier casting a warm light over the table where Jeon Jungkook and Y/N sat across from one another. It was their third wedding anniversary, a milestone that should have felt celebratory, yet tonight the silence between them was heavy, thick with unspoken words.

Y/N forced a smile, pushing the food around on her plate. She glanced at Jungkook, who seemed lost in his own world, eyes distant despite his physical presence. She tried to ignore the growing pit in her stomach, the creeping sensation that something was terribly wrong, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

They had been married for three years now, a picture-perfect couple in the public's eye. Jeon Jungkook, the infamous billionaire, known not only for his success but also for the way women seemed to gravitate towards him, their gazes lingering just a bit too long. And Y/N, his wife, the woman who had stood by his side, once confident in their love, but lately, she had begun to feel like she was standing alone.

It wasn't always like this. In the beginning, their love had been a whirlwind of passion, laughter, and promises of forever. But time had a way of wearing down even the strongest of bonds, and lately, Y/N had felt the cracks in theirs. The attempts to start a family had become a delicate subject, one that neither of them dared to discuss openly anymore. The doctors had been blunt - the chances of her getting pregnant were slim, and the weight of that truth pressed down on her heart daily.

She picked up her glass, taking a sip of the wine that suddenly tasted bitter, her thoughts swirling in a dark cloud. Was that why Jungkook had grown distant? Was it her inability to give him the family he desired that had driven him away?

Suddenly, the faint buzz of Jungkook's phone broke the silence. The sound was almost deafening in the quiet room. Y/N's eyes flickered towards it, her gaze lingering on the screen for just a second before Jungkook, as if by instinct, quickly grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket.

The small gesture shouldn't have meant much, but the alarm bells in Y/N's mind blared loud. She set down her glass, her fingers tightening around the stem as she stared at him. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension was palpable, and Y/N could no longer ignore the sinking feeling in her chest.

"Who was that?" she asked softly, trying to keep her voice steady, though the crack of uncertainty seeped through.

Jungkook looked up at her, his eyes widening slightly, as though caught off guard. "No one," he replied, his voice too quick, too casual.

Her heart skipped a beat. No one. The lie tasted bitter, and Y/N could feel it burn her insides. She had known him long enough to recognize when something wasn't right, and this-this was all wrong.

"Jungkook..." she began, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep calm. "Please, don't lie to me."

His jaw clenched, and he shifted in his seat, avoiding her gaze. Silence fell between them again, but this time it was suffocating. Y/N's pulse quickened, her mind racing as she connected the dots she had been too afraid to see before.

"I-I need to know the truth," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Have you been... seeing someone else?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. Jungkook's silence was all the confirmation Y/N needed. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall in front of him.

Everything they had built together, the love they had shared, suddenly felt like it was slipping through her fingers. She had fought so hard for this marriage, but now, she wasn't sure if there was anything left to fight for.