Note: I have already read a few comments saying the story is just going too long but sorry to say I can't rush the story and mess with my entire plot just to please anyone.
Also, the story is almost coming to an end. Most likely there will be 57 chapters but I have said 60 maximum because just incase. For more spoilers and updates you can follow me on instagram and join the channel.
Till chapter 53 it's updated on scrollstack.
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-#[meanwhile: y/n's bedroom]:[y/n's pov]:
"I don't care. I don't care what you say. I'm never giving up on you."
"You're my wife."
"My love for you isn't that weak for me to give up on you that easily, y/n. Even if you give up on me... I wouldn't. I would never."
"Wait for me... please..."
His voice-his words-kept playing on a loop inside my mind, over and over again like a haunting lullaby I never asked for.
Before I even realised, my hands had rushed to cover my ears, pressing against them tightly, as if somehow-somehow-that would be enough to silence the storm inside.
But no... It was useless.
No matter how hard I tried to block it out, his voice was everywhere. It echoed inside my bones. It tugged at every thread holding me together.
I leaned back against the edge of the bed, the cold floor beneath my feet biting into my skin, but it was still warmer than the emptiness crawling through me. My body trembled-part from the chill, part from the ache clawing at my chest.
It was unbearable. Every word he said. Every plea. Every memory. Every "I love you" my soul still remembered, even if the world was trying to erase it.
Then... my eyes shifted.
There it was. The thing that had ended it all without saying a word. The divorce papers-neatly placed at the edge of the bed like they belonged there. Like they hadn't torn my world apart.
I stared at them. And they stared back. Silent. Cold. Final.
Just a few sheets of paper. Just ink on white then why... why did they feel heavier than everything I had ever carried?
Why did picking them up felt like lifting a tombstone-with our names etched on it?
My trembling fingers finally reached for them. And the moment I touched them, the dam inside me shattered.
A silent sob tore from my lips. Because no matter how much I wanted to believe... a signature was still a signature. And those letters-his name-on the bottom corner of that paper... felt like the loudest goodbye I had ever heard.
It... couldn't be true... right?
No matter what-Jungkook... he wouldn't do this to me. He wouldn't leave me behind. He wouldn't give up on us. Not like this... not without a fight. Right?
But who was I even trying to convince? My brain that was fighting me? Or... my heart.. that still wasn't willing to accept it? As if there was still...hope-Like whispering a lie to your reflection, over and over, hoping someday it becomes truth. As if denial could cradle my breaking heart just a little longer.
But the truth...It was already here.
In my hands.
Black ink on white paper.
Cold. Final. His name-his signature-burned into the bottom like a scar that would never fade.
And still, my heart... It clung to hope like a child to a bedtime story, begging it not to end. Please-not yet. Not like this.
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𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊
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...
