Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

44 - Montreal

Jaeyun's POV

I couldn't bring myself to drown her.

After Riki drugged me, snapped my arm back into place, and told me about Yuna's death and my wife's affair, I fell into an ego trip.

All I wanted was to prove I'd never lost control. That I wasn't the victim they made me out to be. But I had just lost my last attachment to this life. That Ferrari wasn't just a car. It was the only gift my father ever thought I deserved. Now it was ruined. My fault. And yet part of me still wished I could blame Rose.

Speaking of her... That bitch cheated on me and probably tried to kill me to get away with Evan. It fucking hurt. She still didn't know I'd cheated on her first, yet in her mind she was the first to cheat, the first to sin, the first to soil our marriage. I hoped the lies she clung to, without knowing the worst I'd done, were torturing her witless mind.

When Riki took me home, my real home, it took me a few minutes to get inside. "C'mon, bro... I've got Blondie waiting. I won't die tonight, okay?" I laughed. It was ironic. Riki would die soon, and his death was already weighing on my conscience.

He stayed exactly fourteen minutes babysitting me outside before I made up my damn mind.

The front door wasn't locked. What a dumb bitch. I slipped inside, closed the door gently, and sighed loud enough to startle a deaf person.

It smelled like murder in every room I walked through searching for her. In the kitchen, I found her trench coat. In the dining room, the open liquor cabinet. On the stairs, her heels.

I climbed them two at a time, instinctively heading for our bedroom. She'd ransacked the dressing room. Clothes, both mine and hers, were scattered across the floor. Her jewelry box was gone, and the clothes in the drawers were all messed up. She was still hoping to escape me. That idea, as sweet and innocent as she thought it was, turned me the fuck on.

Because she couldn't escape me. Here or on the other side of the world, I would haunt her forever. She would always think about what I'd done. And what I could've done. She'd look for answers, wondering what she could've done to stop me. Until she couldn't close her eyes because I might be there, waiting to stab her in her sleep.

For better reasons than mine, she would never forget my hands on her. How I made her feel good, how I lulled her into illusions before ruining everything and leaving her with just enough to hope for. I'd learned nothing with her. She wasn't even my first, while I was all of her firsts.

She didn't live for me, but through me.
While I lived.

I stared at the mess before my eyes, then turned to the bathroom door where light spilled from underneath. I moved closer and pressed my ear to the door. Silence.

I pushed the door open gently. The bathtub was overflowing with foam, and there she was, enjoying herself like I hadn't just died. My vision blurred and reddened, sometimes blacking out for a moment. Flickers of clarity tried to pull me back, but I drowned them with her.

The harder I pressed her head under water, the tighter my lungs clenched as the air slipped away. My heart slowed while hers fought to survive. She struggled tooth and nail—enough to make me release her within two heartbeats of her final breath.

"Riki told me everything... how could you?"

I grabbed her by the hair as she spat water like a Versailles fountain, pulling her close so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes trembled. My arm tensed, fighting the urge to hit her. "What's your goddamn problem? Am I unbearable to look at?"