Well, the goals don't get completed at all it seems. It must be really very hard to click on that one-star icon. Nvm, for the readers who support me regardless, I'll update.
Also, your author just completed her graduation, lol so it's totally a comeback fs this time. I just got wrapped up with my exams and everything just a week ago.
And thanks for all the best wishes I've recieved so far. Love you <3
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—#[continuation of author’s pov]:
Vivian tilted her head slightly, her eyes lingering on his resting face. “I heard you refused to sign the divorce papers,” she murmured.
A smile tugged at her lips—not warm, not fond. It was the kind that whispered: How naive of you.
She let out a soft sigh, sliding onto the stool beside him at the marble counter. A subtle shift closer—barely inches of space remained between them. Her elbow rested on the counter, her hand supporting her chin as she studied him.
The low hum of music continued to play in the background, but she barely registered it. Not when he was this close. Not when she could finally see him like this—unguarded, unaware.
This was the closest she'd ever been to him. He had always kept his distance. Not just from her—from every woman.
She remembered how he hated being touched.
But now… now things were different. Ever since that night. The night of the party since she saw him again after all those years—but with her.
His wife.
Vivian's smile began to fade. The memory played cruelly in her mind—The way he stood beside y/n, how his hand had rested on her waist, the way they looked together—like they belonged.
Like he had chosen. Like he had chosen her.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her fingers reached for the glass of brandy Jungkook had abandoned. She lifted it carefully, letting it hover before her as she stared into the amber liquid.
Then, her gaze shifted back to him. Still unconscious. Still beautiful.
“What does she have that I don’t, Jungkook?” Her voice came out soft, but laced with bitter edges.
Silence—heavy and suffocating.
“I’m pretty… I’m smart… I’m everything a man could ever want,” she whispered, the words lingering in the air like a bitter perfume.
Then she paused—
“Then why?” her voice cracked slightly, “Why did you keep choosing her... again and again?”
Her grip around the glass tightened.
“She must…” Her eyes wandered back to Jungkook’s face, to his peacefully closed eyes. “She must get to see you like this every day, doesn’t she?” Her voice grew softer, more hollow.
“Does she get to be this close…?” Her gaze lowered, landing on his lips. A slow breath left her. “She must’ve been so close to you…”
Images playing inside her head tormented her—the way his arms must have wrapped around y/n, how he must’ve held her, touched her, kissed her. Every thought burned like acid.
Her grip on the glass nearly trembled with restraint. After what felt like an eternity, she muttered under her breath, “I know… I’m awful for this. And I know you’d hate me if you knew.”
A broken smile ghosted her lips. “But this is the only way left for me to have you, Jungkook…”
A pause.
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Fanfiction"I am your wife." "This marriage is a mistake. A huge mistake." He stated, making her eyes go wide open in shock. "I am trapped in it against my will." he finished and she just watched him in silence. As their marriage bond began as a compromise...
