𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇

Chapter-11: Argument

Millie

As I stepped out of the car, the familiar surroundings of the hospital enveloped me, offering a brief respite from Taehyung’s suffocating presence. I took a deep breath, willing myself to focus on the day ahead.

“Dr. Millie, good morning!” Emma greeted me with her usual cheerful tone as I entered the building.

“Morning, Emma,” I replied, offering her a small smile.

“Your first patient is already waiting,” she informed me.

I nodded, heading straight to the examination room. Work became my refuge, a world where his shadow couldn’t reach me.

But during lunch, my phone buzzed incessantly. His name flashed on the screen, twisting my stomach into knots. I ignored it, silencing the phone and trying to enjoy the little break I had.

Later, as I finished my last appointment and stepped outside, I saw his sleek black car waiting. He stood leaning against the driver’s side, his expression unreadable.

“Get in,” he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth.

The car ride home was tense and silent, the air between us thick with unspoken words. When we reached home, I hurried to my room, desperate for a moment of peace.

Dropping my bag onto the floor, I sank onto the bed, trying to exhale the tension of the day. But the sound of footsteps outside my door made me stiffen. The door swung open without a knock, and there he stood, his sharp gaze locking onto mine.

“You think you can just hide in here?” Taehyung asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I stood up, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “I’m not hiding. I’m just trying to escape your toxic company.”

His jaw clenched. “You’re my wife. You’ll do as I say.”

“You mean I’ll help fulfill your revenge?” I shot back, my voice trembling with anger.

His lips curled into a bitter smile. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I’ve done. I married a monster,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, his eyes darkened with anger, but then he composed himself. “Dinner is served. Come down.”

“I’m not hungry,” I replied curtly.

“You’ll eat with me,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Before I could protest, he grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. “Let go of me!” I yelled, trying to wrench my arm free.

“You’ll do as I say,” he growled, tightening his grip.

“You’re hurting me,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“Good,” he muttered, dragging me out of the room.

When we reached the dining room, he released me, gesturing to a chair. “Sit,” he ordered.

I reluctantly sat down across from him, my body rigid with anger. The flickering candlelight only made the tension between us more palpable.

“You’re still as beautiful as the day I first saw you,” he remarked, his voice laced with malice. “A beauty that hides a treacherous heart.”

I met his gaze with defiance. “Say what you want, but I know the truth. You married me for revenge.”

His smile twisted into something cruel. “Revenge is sweeter with you by my side.”

I pushed the food around on my plate, my appetite long gone. Silence engulfed us, broken only by the faint clinking of silverware.

Then his phone rang, shattering the tense atmosphere. He answered, his expression darkening with each passing second. Without a word, he stood up and left the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

I released a shaky breath, relief washing over me as the oppressive weight of his presence lifted. Pushing my plate away, I rose from my seat and walked to the window. The city lights sparkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the darkness that clouded my life.

As I stood there, lost in thought, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Seeing Emi and Hannah’s names on the screen, I smiled for the first time that day.

“Hey, girls!” I answered, trying to sound cheerful.

“We’re bored. Want some company?” Emi asked.

“Please come over,” I said eagerly. “We’re on our way!” Hannah replied.

I hung up and busied myself tidying the living room. When the doorbell rang, I rushed to answer it.

Laughter and chatter filled the space as they entered, instantly lifting my mood. For an hour, I lost myself in their company, forgetting the nightmare I was trapped in.

But the moment was short-lived. The door swung open, and Taehyung stepped inside, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

“I didn’t know we had company,” he remarked, his tone cold.

“We were just leaving,” Emi said, sensing the tension.

“Please stay for the night,” he offered, his voice deceptively polite.

“No, no,” Hannah replied quickly. “It’s late, and my dad would never allow it.”

They gathered their things, and I escorted them to the door. “Thanks for coming,” I said, hugging them tightly.

“Call us soon,” Emi whispered before leaving.

As the door closed, the oppressive atmosphere returned. Taehyung’s presence seemed to fill the room.

“You’re entertaining without my permission now?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “They’re my friends,” I replied, squaring my shoulders.

His smile was icy. “Friends you’ll soon forget.”

Anger flared within me. “You have no right to dictate who I can and can’t see.”

“I have every right. You’re my wife, after all.” I laughed bitterly. “Don’t remind me. I’m only stuck in this nightmare because of you.”

“You’re ungrateful. I’ve given you everything,” he said, his voice rising.

“Everything? You call this prison ‘everything’? You’ve taken away my freedom, my happiness, my life!”

“You’ll do as I say,” he growled, stepping closer.

I met his gaze, my voice steady despite my racing heart. “You really think I’ll obey you like a dog? I’m done with this charade. I want out.”

“You’ll never be free,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You’re mine now.”

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