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50. Betrayal?

The room was cold—far colder than it should’ve been.

I was in deep sleep, the kind that only comes when your body gives up trying to fight blood loss and exhaustion. But something… something was wrong.

My instincts screamed.

A shadow loomed over me, silent, crawling like a viper across my skin.

Then—

Pressure.

A sudden weight on my chest. A pillow slammed down on my face.

I couldn’t breathe.

Simultaneously, a sharp sting at my side. A blade. Not deep—but close enough.

My eyes snapped open and I yanked the person off with every ounce of power still left in me.

But when I sat up—

Nothing.

No one.

My chest heaved as I threw the pillow aside. The sheets were messed. My shoulder still throbbed from the bullet wound, nerves pulsing with warning.

I looked to the side of the bed.

Empty.

She wasn’t there.

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I shot to my feet, staggered slightly, hand on the bedside drawer where my gun always waited—but didn’t draw it.

A second later, I heard the sound.

Footsteps.

The door creaked open.

And there she was.

Casually walking in like she hadn’t just tried to suffocate me in my sleep.

Like she wasn’t hiding a secret behind those stormy eyes.

The moment her gaze met mine, I didn’t hesitate.

I grabbed her.

Slamming her back against the wall, I held her wrist above her head, the other hand gripping her chin so tight she hissed.

My face was inches from hers. My breath? Uneven.

My voice?

Deadly.

“So now you’re this cheap? Trying to kill your own husband in his sleep?”

She didn’t even blink.

Didn’t scream.

Didn’t deny it.

Instead—

She laughed.

That sweet, soft, sarcastic laugh that once made me fall for her. But now? It felt like poison.

“Why, Jungkook?” she whispered, eyes narrowing. “Scared I might succeed next time?”

I tightened my grip on her chin, a smirk dancing on the edge of my lips, bitter and twisted. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

She yanked her hand from mine, pushed me away like I was made of paper and strolled to the bed.

Calm.

Untouched.

Unbothered.

She climbed under the blankets like nothing happened. Like I wasn’t still bleeding from yesterday. Like she hadn’t just tried to fucking end me.

The audacity.

I stared at her for a long second.

She pulled the blanket over her face.