𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞

Episode 57

Joong sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of his desk lamp illuminating the papers scattered across the table. He scribbled some notes, but his focus wasn’t on his work. His eyes kept drifting toward the photo frame perched on the corner of his desk. 

It was from his wedding day—a picture-perfect moment of him and Dunk, both smiling as if the world revolved around their love. Joong’s fingers traced the edge of the frame, his expression hardening as old wounds resurfaced. 

He leaned back in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly, his jaw clenched. The emotions he had buried for years clawed their wa

y back to the surface—anger, betrayal, heartbreak. 

Joong let out a bitter chuckle, his voice low and cold as he spoke to himself. 
“Finally, Dunk... finally, you’re with me. Do you even know how much I loved you? How much I was willing to sacrifice just to make you mine? But what did you do? You humiliated me. You left me standing there, shattered and alone, as if my love meant nothing to you.” 

His hand tightened around the photo frame, his knuckles turning white. “But not this time. No, Dunk, this time you won’t escape. You won’t humiliate me again. You belong to me now, and I’ll make sure you feel every ounce of the pain you gave me. You’ll fall so deeply in love with me that leaving won’t even cross your mind.” 

Joong smirked, his eyes dark with determination. “I’ll show you, Dunk. I’ll show you how it feels to have your heart ripped apart. And when the time comes, you’ll beg for my forgiveness.” 

Joong placed the photo frame back on the desk, straightening it with deliberate precision. His face softened slightly, a mask of calm slipping over his cold resolve. 

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the sprawling green fields of the Johnson family’s exclusive golf club. Pond swung his club with precision, the ball soaring through the air before landing near the flagpole. Despite his flawless play, his mind was far from calm. 

He leaned on the club, watching the ball roll closer to the hole. A smirk tugged at his lips, but his eyes burned with unspoken anger. His mind drifted to memories he had tried to bury—memories of Phuwin and the heartbreak he had caused. 

Taking another swing, Pond muttered to himself, his voice low and cold. 
"You thought you could just leave me behind, didn’t you, Phuwin? Disappear without a trace like I didn’t matter. Do you even realize what you did to me? How you broke me?" 

The ball landed perfectly in the hole, but Pond didn’t feel any satisfaction. He tightened his grip on the club, his knuckles turning white as he stared at the horizon. 

"But not this time," he whispered. "This time, I’ll make sure you never even think about leaving me again. I’ll make you fall so deeply in love with me, Phuwin, that you won’t be able to breathe without me. And when you’re completely mine... maybe then I’ll let you know how much it hurt to be abandoned by you." 

Pond walked toward the next hole, his steps measured, his expression unreadable. He passed a group of club members who greeted him warmly, but he barely acknowledged them. His mind was consumed with his plan. 

Pulling out his phone, Pond opened his gallery and stared at a picture of him and Phuwin from their wedding day. Phuwin was smiling brightly in the photo, looking at Pond with love and trust. Pond’s smirk deepened as he spoke softly to the image. 

“You’re happy now, aren’t you? Thinking everything is perfect. But soon, you’ll see, Phuwin. I’ll give you the love you denied me, but it’ll come with a price. You’ll love me so much that you’ll feel my pain—every ounce of it.” 

He placed the phone back in his pocket, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Pond adjusted his gloves, picked up his club, and prepared for his next shot. 

As he swung, a thought crossed his mind, bringing a bitter smile to his face. 
"Phuwin... you have no idea what’s coming."