JK - Pregnant by a killer

Chapter 48

Morning Echoes

I woke up feeling like my mind had never gone to sleep. The sunlight filtering through the curtains was soft, golden, and even comforting, but my thoughts weren't. I stared at the ceiling, trying to quiet the loud, nagging inner voice repeating everything Jungkook had said to me the night before.

He was angry, and I couldn't even blame him. I had lied or withheld the truth, and now we were both sitting on a pile of secrets, unsure which one would explode first.

Despite how much I wanted to justify my actions, a part of me understood his frustration. I had crossed a line and knew it when I stepped into that facility.

But what hurt more was knowing he didn't trust me to make the right decision. Worse, maybe I didn't trust myself either.

The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the old wall clock. I rolled onto my side, facing the window. Outside, it looked peaceful—deceptively so. Birds flitted between branches, and the world hadn't fallen apart. But inside, I was unraveling thread by thread.

Should I tell Jungkook what my mom told me last night? The story about his mother has haunted me since she told me. It changed something in me. Maybe it made me understand Jungkook a little more... or made everything more complicated.

I sat up, rubbing my face with both hands. My head was heavy, my chest even heavier.

I hadn't told him the whole reason I went to see Yeri. He thought it was just about closure or something emotional. But the truth was more calculating. I wanted information. I needed to know if Yeri knew anything about the traitor in our circle. And even if she didn't, I had to see her with my eyes. I had to ensure she was still human despite all the chaos she caused.

But none of that would make sense to Jungkook. Jungkook saw betrayal. He saw recklessness. He saw me putting all of us at risk. And maybe I did.

I glanced at my phone on the nightstand, half expecting it to buzz with a message or a call from him. Nothing. Not a single word since I hung up.

I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top. The silence between us was worse than the shouting. At least when we argued, I knew he was still trying. But this quiet felt dangerous.

"Is it even worth it?" I whispered into the empty room.

All these years together, everything we'd fought through, survived, built—how could something like this drive a wedge between us?

But then again, it wasn't just this one thing. It was everything that came before. We were building on a foundation filled with cracks.

I stood up slowly, walking to the window. My mom was outside with the kids. Just watching her brought a bit of calm to my storm. She had been through hell, and somehow, she stood tall.

Could I do the same?

I didn't know what I was going to say to Jungkook. I didn't know if I even had the right words anymore. But one thing was sure—I couldn't keep lying.

I knew I had to tell him what my mom had told me about his mother and what really happened that night. It wouldn't fix anything, and it would probably only cause him more pain. But he deserved to know the truth.

And maybe, just maybe, we could still find a way back from this.

I sighed and reached for my phone, holding it in my hand for a long moment before opening our messages. My fingers hovered over the screen, unsure if I should type or call. My heart ached for Jungkook's voice, even if it came laced with anger.