UNLOVED WIFE

51. WHEREABOUTS

Enjoy love you umah!!

The constant nausea and vomiting tore at him, but the pain in his heart was even worse.

As a medical student, he knew the symptoms well. He decided to confirm his suspicion with a pregnancy test.

His legs trembled, weak from days without eating. Still, he managed to walk to the nearest pharmacy and bought the test.

Returning to the empty mansion, he went to the washroom. He peed, his hands shaking, as he carefully dropped the liquid onto the test strip.

Fingers crossed, he held his breath, praying for this tiny ray of hope.
His world felt like an endless night, dark and cold without Jungkook's love.

But maybe, just maybe, this little life inside him could bring a new dawn.

A few moments later, he found himself sitting on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down his face.

Two red lines stared back at him, washing away weeks of suffering and despair. It felt like a dream—a gift, a tiny miracle in his broken world.

He whispered a thank you to the heavens for this new ray of light.
He knew he couldn't keep drowning in the past

It was not that he was lacking self respect or anything, he had to move on not for himself but for the little life growing inside him.

He had been shattered, bruised by the pain of losing Jungkook.
But he also knew he couldn't let his own sorrow darken this new light.

He didn’t want his child to feel unwelcome or unloved.

Why did he want to be happy? Because every child deserves a eomma who rejoices at their arrival.

The thought of his unborn baby feeling unwanted broke him even more. He knew he had no choice but to try to move on, to be strong.

He wiped away his tears, his heart heavy yet filled with a strange, soft hope.

He grabbed his phone, ready to call his soulmate and share this life-changing news. But he paused, his thumb hovering over the call button.

"No," he whispered to himself, "I will tell him(Jk) first. This is our miracle."

He didn’t know where Jungkook was, but he believed with all his heart that he would return. He had to believe.

He remembered the sound of Jungkook’s cries, the fear in his voice.
Even in his agony, a small, warm flicker of joy sparked within Taehyung.

At least his husband feared losing him, feared the thought of Tae with someone else.

He wondered aloud, "Will he be happy about this news?"

And he answered himself, "Of course he will. What father wouldn't be overjoyed at such a blessing?"

He recalled the gentle way Jungkook adored Nami, the softness in his eyes.

His mind flashed back to that intimate moment when Jungkook had mumbled, "Let’s fill them with milkies, Tae." His cheeks turned crimson at the memory and in the tears he chuckled a bit.

He decided to shower, to wash away the past few days of sadness.
Dressed in fresh clothes, he fed himself properly, knowing he wasn’t eating for just himself anymore.

He stood by the window, looking at the sky. "I must be strong," he told himself.
"This baby is my new beginning, my little piece of light in all this darkness."

The doorbell rang, startling him from his thoughts. His heart leapt with hope—"Has Jungkook finally come back?"
He grabbed the pregnancy test with excitement and ran to the gate, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.