𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter fifty-eight

Okay, so firstly, idk what to say because how tf the target got completed so fast? 😭

Okay, whatever. Enjoy the story and happy reading~

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-#[continuation of y/n's pov]:

I yanked the car door open and slid inside, slamming it shut before locking it tight.

My hands gripped the steering wheel as though it was the only thing keeping me upright.

Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead against the cold leather, my chest heaving, breaths heavy and uneven.

The pain clawed its way through me, merciless, and suffocating. My lungs refused to cooperate; air came in short, jagged pulls.

A panic attack hit me in waves, tearing through every fragile piece of calm I thought I had left.

One trembling hand clutched at my chest, fingers digging into my skin as though I could hold my heart together by force alone.

And then-those voices.

"I heard Mr. Jeon's wife wasn't just a gold digger, but also a cheater. She ran into another man's arms the moment Jeon's empire started crumbling."

"She deserves all the hate. No wonder Mr. Jeon chose the Kim family's daughter. She's beautiful, elegant-she actually belongs by his side."

The words replayed in my head, cruel echoes that wouldn't stop. I shook my head violently, as though I could throw them out of me.

"No...that's...that's not true..." the words trembled out of me, broken and fragile. Louder the next second, a desperate scream as my palm slammed against the wheel-

"THAT'S NOT TRUE! I DIDN'T-I...didn't..."

My voice cracked, tearing apart with me, and then it collapsed into silence. Hot tears streamed down my face, blinding me, my lips quivering as my throat locked shut.

The words got stuck there, almost strangled by grief. All that remained was the sound of my broken sobs, muffled against the steering.

I stayed like that for what felt like forever, forehead pressed to the wheel, sobs quietly breaking me apart.

Eventually, I forced myself back against the seat, my body still shaking.

My face was wet with tears, lips trembling, fingers clutching my chest like they still didn't trust my heart to stay in one piece.

All I could think in that moment was-I need to get away. Away from them. Away from him. I couldn't do this anymore.

I had no strength left. I was done fighting, done pretending to be strong when all I wanted was to collapse. I was...done.

My gaze fell to my belly. My trembling hand moved down slowly, resting against the small swell, and my voice broke into a whisper, "Don't worry...baby..." I caressed it gently, as though my touch could shield the life inside me.

"Mumma will take you away from all this pain. Mumma will take care of you...mumma will protect you. I promise."

Fresh tears burned down my cheeks, hotter this time. My lips quivered as the cruel words echoed again-whore, cheater, gold digger.

A woman who ran into another man's arms. A woman who betrayed her husband.

If they could say that about me, so easily, without shame...then one day, they would say worse about my child.

They wouldn't hesitate to drag my baby through the same filth. They would question my baby's blood, my baby's existence-

And I couldn't let that happen.