Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

41 - Heels Have Eyes

Rose's POV

Two hours earlier

Hiding in the courthouse bathroom, I scrubbed my hands frantically, avoiding the mirror. I didn't want to face the reflection of a sinner. The reflection of a sinner with no regrets. Ruining my marriage in full awareness, all for a whiff of lust with a would-be killer, was the best decision I've ever made.

But with that decision came the consequences I was about to face—because every moment of ecstasy has its downfall.

My eyes caught my reflection by accident—and locked in. Deep breath. I relaxed my shoulders, even with the weight of sin pressing down on them. I felt more ready than ever. You got it, Rose. You got him. I dried my hands under the hand dryer, breaking eye contact for just a few seconds. A few seconds too long. Then I dug into my bag, searching for my ring hidden at the bottom.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Cold. Abrupt.

I raised my head, eyes wide. Fuck. His bellow echoed in my head, dizzying, as I tried to hold his death stare. Nishimura Riki had slithered up behind me like the demonic snake he was—without me even noticing.

"You think you had the right to do that?"

I abandoned the ring my fingers had just brushed. His gaze tried to pierce holes in me—holes that my husband's betrayals had already carved. I laughed, and he flinched. He asked again, sharper this time.

"Do you think you had the fucking right to do that?"

I could read the answer in the darkness of his eyes. He knew. How far ahead of me could he get before burying me six feet under?

"What right? I've done it. And I'd do it again if I h—"

If I had to.
If I wanted to.
If I needed to.

I broke eye contact for a split second—just enough to catch his movement in the mirror.

It shattered into a thousand shards.

I backed up until my shoulder hit the wall. Riki had just driven his fist through the glass. His breathing was sharp, ragged, and trembling.

It was me he wanted to hit.

"Take that shit back!" he snapped.

"Why should I?"

He held out his right fist, then took a slow lick of the warm blood. I winced.

"Jaeyun suffered a hell of a lot more than you did. And you..." He was breathless. "You backstabbed him like a filthy cunt."

His left hand reached toward the sink, fingers closing around a jagged piece of mirror. In one sharp motion, he pointed the bloodied shard at me.

"Jaeyun had no right to give you that lung. He had no right to lie to me. To betray me. To act like your big brother."

I was shaking. Dizziness clouded my vision. I couldn't tell if the blade was still far from me—or already buried deep in my flesh.

"He did what he thought was right. For both of you. If only you knew—"

"If I knew what?"