From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story

Shattered Vows(24)

Jungkook's eyes widen as he watches me collapse, my body going limp beneath his touch. A flicker of shock and worry crosses his face, and he instinctively leans down, shaking me gently, his voice laced with a rare, urgent concern. "Y/N, pet, wake up," he murmurs, his tone low, almost pleading. "Don't you dare pass out on me now. Wake up."

Despite his attempts to rouse me, my eyes remain shut, and he feels panic rising, creeping into his steady facade. His hands tremble slightly as he cups my face, his worry mounting with every silent second. "Y/N, wake up, dammit," he says, voice growing sharp, his composure slipping. "Come on, wake up and talk to me, pet. Don't leave me like this."

But I stay limp, unresponsive, and Jungkook's chest tightens with guilt and fear as he realizes he's pushed me beyond my limits. "Please, my little one, wake up, please," he whispers, his voice thick, the barest hint of desperation breaking through. "You have to wake up. I can't lose you like this... please wake up and talk to me" His hand shakes as he gently pats my cheek, each moment feeling heavier, more unbearable.

"Please, princess," he breathes, the last shred of his composure slipping. His eyes are wet, haunted by the damage he's caused, an unspoken dread filling the room. "I need you to wake up. Please, I'm begging you, just open your eyes."

But there's no response. I remain still, my face pale, fragile, and his own fear deepens as he realizes how close he's come to losing control entirely. A harsh, broken whisper escapes him. "No... no, no, what have I done?" His fingers graze over my skin, feeling the bruises—reminders of his own mistakes—and he curses himself for letting it get this far.

When I finally stir, my eyelids flutter, and I'm overwhelmed by a wave of nausea. I jerk up, staggering towards the bathroom. He follows, hovering behind me, every fiber of him on edge as he watches me collapse in front of the sink, heaving painfully. My eyes widened inhorror as I saw blood coming out of my mouth. His face drains of color as I choke, horror blooming in his expression. "Pet, what's happening?" he asks, voice low and cracking with fear. "Why are you... why are you throwing up blood?"

As I continue to tremble and retch, he steadies me with a hand on my back, barely keeping himself together. "We need to get you to a doctor," he says, his voice steely but desperate. "Something is seriously wrong."

I cough again, more blood splattering, and I stumble, barely able to catch my breath. He catches me just before I fall, his hands warm and strong around me. "Pet, are you okay?" he asks, his eyes searching mine, his voice laced with dread. "What's happening to you? Why were you..."

I look up, weak, anger and heartbreak mingling in my expression. "You... you must be... taking more pleasure now," I manage, my voice barely a whisper between labored breaths. "Watching me suffer..."

Jungkook's eyes widen, his face darkening, his grip tightening. "No," he growls, his tone harsh and unyielding. "I don't take pleasure in seeing you suffer. I never wanted to hurt you." He pauses, his jaw tense, his gaze fierce. "You're my wife, my responsibility. I care about you, pet. Seeing you like this... it's tearing me apart."

But I shake my head, pushing his hand away, bitterness hardening my voice. "But you're actions...say otherwise. I...I'm sorryfor...being the...worst wife...ever..." I can barely get the words out, blood speckling my lips as I cough again, fighting for air.

Jungkook's expression softens slightly at my words, and he reaches out to gently touch my cheek. "You're not the worst wife, my little one," he says, his voice gruff but gentle. "And it's not about satisfying me. it's about taking care of you, making sure you're safe and healthy. Your health and wellbeing is more important to me than any pleasure I could get from you." 

I shove his hand away, fury blazing through my exhaustion. "You're a liar," I whisper hoarsely, the words laced with pain. "You... you say you care, but your actions... they don't..." My voice falters as I clutch my chest, each breath a jagged ache. "...don't match your words. If... my health was truly important to you... you wouldn't be breaking me like this..." I choke, my voice trembling. "You wouldn't leave me... on the verge of... dying." My words dissolve into a harsh cough, and blood spills from my lips.

Jungkook's face twists, a mixture of shock and guilt flickering across his features as he watches me recoil from him. The anger in my eyes pierces him, and for once, he doesn't have a retort, his defenses stripped away. "My little one, I... I do care about you," he says, his voice low, almost raw with emotion. "I know... I know I've caused you pain, but I never wanted this. I never wanted to put you in danger... Seeing you this way... it's destroying me."

I struggle to hold myself upright, my hands pressing into the floor for support as I gasp for air. "I... I don't believe you," I rasp, my words trembling with despair. "Now... now I admit it. I've been... the WORST WIFE. Disobedient... failing to satisfy you... never able to... take care of you." My breaths come in shudders, each word tearing me apart. "This... this is what you wanted to hear, isn't it? To see me... completely broken in front of you." My voice barely a whisper, I add, "I'm... sorry."

Jungkook watches helplessly as I struggle to form each word, the pain and exhaustion etched deeply into my face. With every pained gasp I take, he feels a crack forming in his own resolve, a wound opening up in his chest. It's as though he's seeing the full weight of his actions for the first time, and it cuts him deeply. "No, no, my little one..." he murmurs, his voice thick and trembling with regret. "I never wanted this. I never wanted to break you... or hurt you." His hand reaches out, hovering inches above my shoulder, as if he's afraid his touch might shatter me further. "I just... I just needed you to understand that you're mine. That you belong to me." His voice drops to a whisper, the vulnerability in his tone unmistakable. "I never meant for it to go this far."

I look up at him, my vision fading, but I manage to get a few final words out, each syllable laced with heartbreak and exhaustion. "There are... other ways... to make someone... understand..." My words falter, trailing off as darkness pulls me under, my lips faintly stained with blood. I slump forward, my body going limp as I collapse onto the floor, completely helpless and vulnerable.

Jungkook's eyes widen in horror as he watches me fall, realizing the full extent of what he's done, the consequences of his need to control. For the first time, he is left alone with the weight of his guilt, as the silence settles heavily around us.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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