Billionaire's second wife || JJK ||

"My child," she said softly, with a tremor in her voice, "I only came to see my grandchildren. To spend some time with them. But this woman" she gestured toward me with practiced delicacy "this woman disrespected me. She said I don't deserve to be near them."

I let out an audible breath, a sharp, bitter exhale. The performance was so perfect, so rehearsed, it was almost admirable. Jungkook's gaze shifted to me. He didn't need words to know. He had grown up with her lies. He had tasted her poison his entire life. He sighed, running a hand down his face, his voice controlled, quiet but carrying weight. "Mother. Enough." Her brows knitted together, her lips parting in a show of hurt. "Enough? Jungkook, what do you mean? I came here with love. With pure intentions. And this is how I am treated? You take her side, always her side."

His jaw tightened, his eyes sharp. His tone was neither angry nor soft, but something firmer, heavier. "Yes, I will always take her side. And the truth is, you've never once spoken of them with love. Not once. You've never respected her. You walk into my home and insult my wife, my children, and then expect me to stand silently? No, Mother." The words landed like blows. She recoiled slightly, humiliation painting her face, her pride splintering.

"You speak to me like this?" she whispered, her voice trembling, her hands gripping her bag. "To your own mother?" His expression softened only by a fraction, but his resolve did not waver. "I speak to you as a man protecting his family. If that humiliates you, then perhaps it's because you've forgotten what family truly means."