-#[timeskip: the next day]:[y/n's pov]:
I could barely sleep the entire night. My mind was occupied with tons of questions which were making me feel restless.
But that one question that kept racing through my mind the most-"who was that person who came to see my mother?"
I was sure about one thing though that it couldn't be anyone from the Parks. Our so-called relatives had cut ties with us a long time ago. And even if-somehow-it was one of them, it didn't make sense.
Why now? Why like this? After all these years? And...what could they want from us..now?
None of it added up. None of it felt right. And above all..I couldn't stop my mind from ringing-There was this feeling in my chest-restless, sharp, like a quiet alarm that wouldn't stop ringing.
It was making me anxious. Really anxious.
As I walked through the hospital lobby, the familiar scent of disinfectant and soft murmurs in the air couldn't drown out my thoughts. My steps were automatic, while my mind was somewhere else.
When I reached my mother's ward, I stopped. Just stood there, staring at the door, as if my feet just got frozen in place by thick ice.
A knot formed in my stomach...knowing very well how my sudden arrival and inquiry was going to worry her and-I didn't want to worry her. She always knew when something was wrong-just one look at me and she could read me like an open book.
She doesn't know about anything so far-the separation. Not even about Ethan and the chaos he caused in my life by his sudden appearance. Not about the lies. The tension. The storm that's been brewing around me. And even the baby...
My gaze lowered.
And that was how I wanted to keep it. At Least for now.
She didn't need the weight of my world crashing into hers. Not now. She needed peace. She needed rest. And a speedy recovery. She is already going through a lot...I don't want to worry her any more than this...the doctor also has instructed to not make her stress about anything.
I stayed still in the place for a moment which almost felt like an eternity...maybe I was trying to find strength to stand in front of her-face her.
With a long sigh escaped my lips as I lifted my hand to finally open the door but then-it suddenly swung open from the inside, making me halt midway.
And standing right there...
Was the last person I ever expected to see.
It was-her.
My eyes widened slightly at the sight of Aunt Andrea standing before me.
She was dressed in an elegant beige wrap dress, the kind that whispered quiet wealth-tailored perfectly to her figure, cinched at the waist with a designer belt. A silk scarf draped carelessly around her neck like an afterthought, and a Gucci handbag clung to her manicured hand. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, as if even her footsteps were calculated.
And on her lips...there was a knowing smirk- so Calm. Poised. Yet so Dangerous.
Time seemed to freeze. And I felt a sudden chill run down my spine as the only thought that echoed through my head was-what was she doing here?
And the only emotion that I felt was terror.
From the moment I married into the Jeon family, my gut had warned me to be careful around this woman. Something about her had always felt...off. And now, knowing what I know-that someone from the family might have been involved in Jungkook's parents' car crash years ago-my mind screamed just one thing:
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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...
