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༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

—AUTHOR'S POV—

Evie stared at him in disbelief, her chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. Anger burned in her veins, but beneath it lay something deeper- something raw and aching.

How easily he said it. How effortlessly he reduced her to nothing more than an object, something to possess, something to claim. Like she wasn't a person with thoughts, feelings, and a right to choose, but a thing—his thing.

"I am not yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with fury and pain. "I am not anyone's. I am a human being, Jungkook, not something you can own."

Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't try to stop them. She didn't care if they showed the fight in her voice. She wanted him to see, to understand - even if she knew he never would.

Jungkook stood firm, his towering frame pressing her back against the wall, his body caging hers in. There was no escape–not from his presence, not from his suffocating words.

"But still," he murmured, his voice calm, unnervingly steady. "It doesn't change the fact that you belong to me. And you always will. No matter what, Evie, you are mine to love, mine to care for, mine to fuck, mine to hurt, mine to ruin."

His fingers lingers over her cheek, his touch unexpectedly soft as he tilted her chin up. "You are mine. I ruined you, and I will fix you."

She flinched as he leaned in, his breath warm against her lips, his gaze dark and unwavering. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to push him away, to fight, to claw, to do anything but let him touch her.

"I am the worst kind of man," Jungkook admitted, his lips grazing hers, his voice barely above a whisper. "But please, don't make me do something I'll regret."

Evie's body went rigid as he kiss her. She didn't kiss him back. Instead, she shoved him, though he barely moved. Her chest ached, her lungs burned, but the pain in her heart was worse than anything physical.

She looked up at him, her vision blurred with unshed tears. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction. But she couldn't stop herself, couldn't stop the overwhelming wave of emotion from drowning her.

"You're doing nothing but making me hate you even more," she whispered, her voice raw and full of quiet devastation. "You're forcing me into this... trapping me without my will. You think you're fixing me? You're not. You're only breaking me further."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, but she didn't stop.

"You destroyed my life," she spat, her voice shaking with rage and sorrow. "You ruined everything with your disgusting games. You betrayed me in a way no one else ever has- no one else ever could. And now that your lies have been exposed, you're not even sorry. You're not even ashamed. You're just being more disgusting, more selfish, forcing me to stay in this nightmare because you can't handle the consequences of your own actions."

She exhaled harshly due to outburst, shaking her head as more tears spilled down her cheeks.

"You ruin people," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of her words was crushing. "You destroy them and then act like you have the right to keep them. Like they should just forget, just accept it, just let you do whatever the hell you want because you decided you don't want to let them go."

Jungkook said nothing. His dark eyes bore into hers, his silence heavier than any words. But she could see it -the way her words cut through him like a blade. He didn't deny it. Didn't even try.

His hand reached for her again, cradling her face gently, his thumb wiping away the tears trailing down her skin. But there was no comfort in his touch. No warmth. Just possession. Just control.

"That's why I'm trying to change," he murmured, his voice low, his breath fanning over her face. "For you, Evie. I'm doing everything I fucking can to change, but you're not letting me."

She stiffened.

" I will change," Jungkook said his eyes are dark and intense. "I will fucking change. Just for you. But you don't believe me, do you? You don't even try. You don't cooperate with me. Fuck, Evie, I'm trying my best, but you're making it impossible."He exhaled harshly, frustration simmering beneath his words.

" The way you act, the way you cling to the past-it's fucking pathetic," he said, his voice laced with anger. "You refuse to let anything go. You keep holding on to every damn thing like it will change something. But it won't. The past is the past. It's over. It doesn't matter anymore."

Jungkook let out a sigh, shaking his head as he gazed at her with something unreadable in his eyes.

"But you," he whispered, "you keep making me lose my mind. You keep making me lose my patience with this constant, useless, stubborn obsession with things that can't be undone."

"I want to change," he said, his voice softer now, but no less intense. "I really do. But you're making it so fucking hard, Evie."

Evie stared at him, disbelief and raw betrayal flashing in her tear-filled eyes.

How dare he?

How dare he stand there, after everything he had done-after playing his dirty, twisted games, after humiliating her, after destroying her in everyone's eyes-how dare he act like the victim?

Tears welled up, but they weren't just from pain. They were from fury. From frustration. From the audacity of the man before her. He had shattered her, broken her in ways no one else ever could, and now he had the nerve to blame her for not letting it go?

He called her pathetic for refusing to forget the kind of betrayal that cut deeper than anything?

A sharp, burning rage snapped inside her. Without thinking, she shoved him away from her, her entire body trembling. The tears spilled freely now, but she didn't care. Let him see. Let him witness exactly what he had done to her.

" You say you want to change," she spat, her voice thick with emotion, "and now it's my fault because I can't just forget? Because I won't pretend your disgusting betrayal never happened? Are you even hearing yourself, Jungkook? Do you even realize how pathetic you sound?"

Her breath came in shaky bursts, but she didn't stop. She wouldn't stop.

" Did your brain stop working? Or are you just so sick in the head that you actually believe this nonsense? You need help, Jungkook. A fucking doctor. Because only someone truly insane would stand here and blame me for not letting go of what you did."

She was feeling angry, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

"Even if you change," she whispered, her voice sharp, unwavering, "it doesn't change the fact that you betrayed me."

Jungkook's jaw clenched, but she didn't give him the chance to interrupt.

"Even if you change, it doesn't erase the fact that you forced me into this."

Her hands clenched into fists.

"Even if you change, it doesn't change the fact that you married me - claimed to love me-but in reality, all you did was lie, manipulate, and betray me."

She shook her head, stepping back as if putting distance between them could lessen the suffocating weight of his presence.

"Even if you change, it won't erase the disgusting game you played. It won't undo the way you dragged me through the dirt, made me look weak, humiliated me in front of everyone. It won't change the way you ruined me."

She sucked in a shaky breath, her heart pounding as her voice lowered.

"And it definitely won't change the fact that you betrayed him, too. He trusted you. He considered you his closest. And you destroyed him - just like you destroyed me."

Jungkook's expression darkened, but Evie kept going, her voice trembling but firm.

" Even if you change, it won't make you a better man. Because no matter how much you try, no matter how many times you claim you're different-you can never be him. He will always be better than you. Always."

That was it. That was the breaking point.

Jungkook's entire body went rigid, his breathing heavy, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter, and then-

Crash.

The sharp sound of glass shattering echoed through the room as Jungkook grabbed a vase and throw it onto the ground, smashing it right beside her feet.

Evie flinched, instinctively taking a step back. The glass didn't touch her, but his sudden action shook her from fear.

When she looked up, his dark eyes were locked onto hers, his entire body pulsing with rage. But beneath the fury, beneath the frustration - there was something else. Something dangerous.

"I wanted to change," he murmured, his voice low, eerily calm. "I really did."

He took a slow, deliberate step toward her.

"But you don't want me to change, do you, Evie?"

Another step.

"You don't deserve my change."

Another slow and dangerous step towards her.

"Fine," he whispered, his eyes are dark and his aura is dominating and tough. "If you won't understand this way..."

His final statement.

"Then I'll make you understand my way."

Evie's breath came in shallow, uneven as she stood frozen in place, her entire body trembling from the weight of his words.

Jungkook's voice was low and cold,not of any amusement or false gentleness. There was no smirk, no teasing glint in his eyes -only raw anger and an unshakable determination that sent a chill down her spine.

He wasn't touching her, wasn't gripping her arm or caging her against the wall like before. He didn't need to. His presence alone was suffocating, his gaze sharp enough to pin her in place.

"If you won't understand this way," he murmured, his voice laced with something dark, "then I'll make you understand my way."

His jaw clenched, his hands curled into tight fists at his sides. He took a slow step forward, but still, he kept his distance.

"You don't want me to change?" His gaze bore into hers. "Fine. Then deal with it."

The finality in his voice made her stomach twist.

"Cry, shout, fight-do whatever the fuck you want." His eyes darkened, his tone colder than ever. "But remember one thing, Evie. You are bound to me. And you have no other option left."

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

His anger flared, but his voice remained disturbingly even.

"You can curse me, you can cry about it, but it won't change a damn thing." His head tilted slightly, his gaze burning into hers. "I am your fate. You are mine."

Evie felt her heart pound against her ribs, but she forced herself to hold his gaze, to fight back against his confidence.

" You can't fight it," he continued, his voice unwavering. "You can't run from it. And I will make sure you don't even try."

His words sent a shiver through her.

"I don't care what it takes," Jungkook said, his voice dropping lower. "If you won't accept it willingly, then I will make you. You will have no choice but to accept your fate."

A shaky breath left her lips, but she refused to let herself break.

"You want freedom?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "Fine. I'll give it to you."

Her heart clenched at those words, but before she could even process them, he spoke again -

"But freedom from me?" His expression darkened. "Never."

The room felt suffocating. The air itself felt thick, heavy with tension and something far more dangerous.

"Do whatever you want," he said, his tone edged with quiet finality. "You will never be able to leave. And I will never let you go."

His words hung in the air like a curse.

Even if I have to cage you. Even if I have to hunt you down.

He didn't say it aloud, but she could hear it in the way he looked at her, in the way his entire being radiated an unwavering certainty that terrified her to her core.

" Maybe our story started with hate. Maybe it was built on destruction, revenge, and bitterness."

"But it will end with love," he murmured, his voice filled with dangerous conviction. "Whether you want it or not."

S he swallowed hard, her breath unsteady.

"You don't get a choice, Evie."

His gaze never wavered, his words pressing into her like an unmovable force.

"Accept it."

Another pause.

"Accept me."

Evie clenched her fists at her sides, but she didn't speak. Couldn't speak. Her throat was tight, her emotions a storm she couldn't control.

His stare remained locked onto her, waiting, daring her to challenge him.

But she didn't.

She couldn't.

A heavy silence stretched between them before his eyes flickered downward, taking in the mess on the floor. The shattered remains of the plate, the scattered food - reminders of her outburst, her anger.

Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, but his anger didn't flare again. Instead, his voice dropped, quieter but just as firm.

"I'll call the maid to bring you something else," he muttered, his expression unreadable. "And this time, you will eat it."

Evie's hands curled into her palms, her nails digging into her skin, but she still didn't speak.

Jungkook's gaze hardened.

"Because if you don't," he warned, his voice dropping into something almost dangerously soft, "then I'll make sure every bite goes down your throat myself."

His eyes locked onto hers.

"And you know I can do it."

A shudder ran down her spine because he was right.

He could. And he would.

Jungkook turned around, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he made his way toward the door.

Evie took a deep, shaky breath, her chest rising and falling as silent tears drop down her cheeks. She hated this. Hated the helplessness weighing down on her, hated the humiliation burning in her chest, hated him for making her feel like this.

But no matter how much she hated it, she couldn't stop it.

She was powerless.

Completely, utterly powerless.

Her vision blurred, but she refused to break. Instead, she clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay upright even when everything inside her felt like it was breaking.

Jungkook reached the door, his hand just about to grasp the handle when -

" You will regret this."

Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but it carried through the room like a sharp cutting through the silence.

Jungkook's movements stopped.

"In the future, when time has passed and there's nothing left to fix," she said, her voice trembling but steady. "You will regret it."

His back remained turned to her, but she knew he was listening.

"You're playing this disgusting game to make me love you again. To fix what you destroyed."

Her voice cracked slightly, but she didn't stop.

"You think you can turn everything back to how it was," she continued. "You think you can bring back the girl who was foolish enough to trust you. Foolish enough to love you."

Jungkook's grip on the doorknob tightened.

" You want me to be like I was before," she whispered. "Naive. Blind. Dumb enough to fall for your lies, dumb enough to believe in you, dumb enough to obey you without question."

Her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"But let me tell you something."

Jungkook finally turned his head slightly, just enough to see her from the corner of his eye.

"You can cage my body," she said, her voice steady despite the tears streaking her face. "You can force me to stay. You can take away my freedom."

Her lips trembled, but her gaze didn't waver.

"But love isn't something you can force."

Jungkook's entire body tensed.

"You can try all you want," she whispered, her eyes locking onto his. "But you will never make me love you again."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she didn't bother wiping it away.

"You're doing nothing," she said, her voice softer now, but still piercing, "but making me hate you even more."

Jungkook stood frozen in place, his expression unreadable, but Evie could see the tension in his shoulders. He was trying to act unaffected, like her words didn't mean anything to him, like he was still in control.

But she knew better.

She knew that, deep down, her words had struck something inside him. Something he didn't want to acknowledge.

Her hands clenched at her sides as she wiped away the fresh tears that kept falling, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. She felt so much pain - so much anger - that it was suffocating her.

"You think you can force love?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "You think that if you keep me here long enough, if you push hard enough, I'll love you again?"

Jungkook didn't respond.

He just stood there, his jaw tightening, his fingers twitching slightly like he wanted to reach for her but knew he shouldn't.

Evie swallowed hard, her throat burning.

"You know love doesn't work that way," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You know that better than anyone, Jungkook. But you're still fooling yourself, convincing yourself that one day I'll forget everything and go back to the way I was before. That I'll be that same stupid girl who trusted you. That I'll be blind enough to fall for you again."

Jungkook's fists clenched at his sides, his breathing deep but controlled.

Still, he said nothing.

Evie took a shaky breath, trying to gather whatever strength she had left.

"And you don't want me to leave?" she asked, her voice quieter now, but the sharpness in her words remained. "You want to keep me locked in this house, trapped with you? Fine. I won't go."

His fingers twitched again, but he remained silent.

"I'll stay," she continued, her voice growing colder. "I'll accept this fate. Maybe I deserve it. Maybe in some past life, I committed a terrible sin, and this is my punishment. Maybe I deserve to be locked in this hell with you."

She blinked, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks, but she didn't bother wiping them away this time.

"But if you think you can fix this -if you think you can turn everything back to how it was before..."

She let out a deep, shaky breath, her chest tightening with so much pain that it physically hurt.

"You're wrong, Jungkook."

His jaw tensed even more, his eyes darkening.

"I'll stay," she whispered, her voice steady now. "But not for the reason you want me to."

Jungkook finally moved, shifting slightly, like he was preparing himself for whatever she was about to say next.

"I'll stay to watch your downfall."

A muscle in his jaw twitched.

"I want to see you regret everything," she said, her voice stronger despite the tears in her eyes. "I want to watch as you realize the weight of what you've done. I want to be here when everything you've built - everything you've manipulated and controlled - comes crashing down around you."

Jungkook inhaled slowly, deeply, but he still said nothing.

Evie took a step closer , forcing him to meet her gaze.

"I want to see you break," she whispered. "I want to see you suffer, just like you made me suffer. I want to see the day when you have no one left, when you finally understand what it feels like to be alone, to be betrayed, to be ruined by someone you trusted."

Her breath was shaky, her chest rising and falling with each word.

"And when that day comes, when you finally realize how much pain you've caused - when you finally feel it for yourself - I'll be here."

Jungkook's fingers twitched again, but this time, he dug his nails into his palms, his entire body stiff.

"I'll stay," Evie repeated, her voice breaking slightly. "I'll stay to see you destroyed by your own sins."

Jungkook's breathing was heavy now, but he still didn't react.

Evie blinked, and more tears slipped down her cheeks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And when that day comes," she said, "I'll be happy."

A sharp, unbearable silence followed.

Jungkook's entire body was tense, his shoulders rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths. For the first time, he didn't look like the powerful, dominant man who always had control over everything.

For the first time, he looked... shaken.

He didn't want to admit it, but her words had gotten to him. They had cut deeper than he expected.

Because deep down, he knew she was right.

For the first time, her hatred didn't just anger him- it unsettled him.

His fingers curled even tighter into his palms, his nails digging painfully into his skin. He forced himself to take a deep breath, forcing the uneasy feeling away.

Without another word, he turned around and walked toward the door.

Evie didn't stop him.

She only watched as he reached for the handle, pulled it open, and stepped outside.

Then, without looking back, he slammed it shut behind him and locked it.

As Jungkook exited the room, he could still hear Evie's furious shouts echoing behind him, followed by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering against the floor. The destruction, the chaos - he let it be. Let her scream. Let her break everything she wanted. It didn't matter.

Not right now.

His steps were heavy as he made his way down the long corridor, his mind clouded with her words, each one hitting harder than the last. He clenched his jaw, trying to push them away, trying to convince himself that they didn't mean anything. That she didn't mean anything.

But the way his hands tightened into fists told a different story.

He entered his private office, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. The dim lighting of the room barely softened the weight pressing on his chest. His desk was still covered with unfinished documents, a reminder of the work he had abandoned earlier. He had left in the middle of it, all because of her.

Jungkook sighed harshly, running a hand through his hair before sinking into his chair.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it swiftly. He took a deep drag, the smoke curling in the air as he exhaled, his jaw tightening once again as Evie's voice rang in his head.

"You think you can fix this? You think you can make me love you again?"

His fingers twitched around the cigarette.

"I'll stay, Jungkook. But not because I want to. I'll stay to watch your downfall."

He exhaled sharply, tilting his head back against the chair, his patience thinning with every passing second. He didn't want to think about her words. He didn't want them to have any effect on him.

And yet, they did.

Annoyed with himself, he pressed a button on his desk phone.

Within seconds, the door opened, and Maria, his office maid, stepped inside hesitantly. She stood near the entrance, her hands clasped in front of her, waiting for instructions.

"Take the food to Evie again," Jungkook ordered, his tone sharp and unwavering. "She didn't eat last time."

Maria's eyes flickered with hesitation. She had already witnessed the mess Evie had created earlier, had seen the broken plates and the untouched food scattered across the floor. She knew Evie wouldn't take this any differently.

Still, she nodded. "Yes, sir."

Jungkook took another slow drag from his cigarette, his dark eyes narrowing. "This time, she eats," he stated firmly. "I don't care how, but she eats." His voice dropped, cold and dangerous. "And if she doesn't... you'll be responsible."

Maria swallowed hard.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Her hands trembled slightly, but she forced herself to nod again, quickly exiting the office to carry out his orders.

As she left, the air in the office remained tense.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, cigarette still between his fingers, when he finally acknowledged the presence of another man in the room.

A tall figure sat across from him, watching the entire exchange in silence. The man—Ethan Cole, Jungkook's manager and one of his most trusted associates—had been sitting there the whole time, observing the situation unfold.

Ethan had seen the way Jungkook stormed in, the barely concealed frustration in his posture. And now, even from this distance, he could hear the distant echoes of Evie's voice - angry, filled with curses directed at Jungkook - accompanied by the sounds of things breaking.

Ethan sighed, shaking his head.

"You really have a way of making things worse for yourself, don't you?" he muttered.

Jungkook didn't respond immediately. He took another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling through his nose before finally speaking.

Ethan let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temples as Evie's furious shouts echoed through the halls. The sounds of destruction - objects being thrown, glass shattering - filled the air, making it impossible to ignore. It wasn't just noise; it was pure, raw anger, pain. Her voice carried nothing but distress and helpless rage, and yet, Jungkook acted as if it was nothing more than a minor thing.

"This is too much," Ethan muttered, shaking his head. "You're really doing this?" He turned to Jungkook, disbelief clear in his tone. "You seriously think this will fix anything?"

Jungkook barely acknowledged Ethan words as he poured himself another drink, the alcohol swirling in the glass. He took a slow sip, his other hand reaching for the cigarette resting in the ashtray. The office smelled of smoke and whiskey, but outside, the atmosphere was far from calm.

Evie's screams still echoed through the hallways.

Ethan, however, couldn't ignore it. His jaw tightened as he ran a hand through his hair, listening to the chaos unfolding just a few rooms away.

"This is seriously too much," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "You're really doing this?" He turned to face Jungkook, his eyes searching for any sign of remorse. "This is so wrong."

Jungkook finally looked up from his drink, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke. He didn't look angry or even irritated - just completely indifferent.

"It will be fine soon," he said, his tone unnervingly calm. "She'll accept it."

Ethan scoffed, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Accept it?"

Jungkook took another sip of his drink before setting the glass down. "She's human," he said simply, tapping the ash from his cigarette. "And it's humans nature. They cry, they scream, they fight... but eventually, they forget."

Ethan stomach twisted, "are you even serious."

Jungkook nodded, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. "She'll cry for a day. Two, maybe three. A week at most. But after that?" He exhaled another breath of smoke. "She'll realize she has no one else. She'll understand that I'm all she has."

Ethan stared at him in disbelief. "You're insane."

Jungkook jaw clenched at his words.

"You think people just forget pain?" Ethan continued, his voice rising. "That she'll suddenly accept you after everything you've done to her?"

Jungkook didn't answer. He didn't need to.

"You don't get it, do you?" Ethan shook his head, anger simmering beneath his skin. "This isn't control. This is cruelty."

Jungkook remained silent.

"This is disgusting," Ethan muttered. "So fucking inhuman of you, you are seriously a sick person I ever saw who thinks like this after destroy everything."

The room went deathly quiet.

Jungkook's fingers, which had been loosely holding the glass, suddenly tightened around it. A dangerous tension filled the air.

Ethan realized his mistake too late.

With a sharp, violent motion, Jungkook slammed the glass onto the table, shattering it instantly. Pieces fell in every direction, but Jungkook didn't even flinch.

Then, without hesitation, he picked up a sharp piece of broken glass.

Ethan barely had time to react before Jungkook was in front of him, grabbing him by the collar.

The sharp edge of broken the glass was pressed against his throat, cold and unforgiving.

Ethan breath hitched. His entire body tensed, but he didn't dare move.

Jungkook's face was inches from his, his dark eyes void of warmth. "You must have lost your fucking mind," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. "Did you forget who the fuck you're talking to?"

Ethan didn't speak. He couldn't.

Jungkook's grip tightened. "You don't get to tell me what's right or wrong. You don't get to question me. No one does." His voice was low, steady. "And if you ever fucking try again, I'll slit your throat open right here."

Silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

Ethan could feel his pulse hammering beneath the glass. One wrong move, one wrong breath, and Jungkook wouldn't hesitate.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, Jungkook let him go.

Ethan staggered back, his hands trembling slightly, but he quickly clenched them into fists to hide it. He knew Jungkook. Knew exactly what kind of monster he was. But even now, seeing him like this... it was terrifying.

Jungkook stepped back, throwing the broken glass onto the desk like it was nothing. Then, as if none of it had happened, he sat back down, reaching for another cigarette.

He lit it, taking a slow drag before exhaling. "I don't give a fuck about what you or anyone else thinks," he muttered. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want."

Ethan didn't say a word.

Because in that moment, one thing became painfully clear -

Jungkook wasn't just cruel.

He was a man without limits, a danger that couldn't be reasoned with.

⋆༺𓆩✞𓆪༻⋆𝔙 𝔦 𝔰 𝔦 𝔬 𝔫  𝔦 𝔫  𝔇 𝔞 𝔯 𝔨⋆༺𓆩✞𓆪༻⋆

Inside the room, Evie screamed in frustration, her voice breaking as she threw everything she could reach. Objects crashed to the floor, glass shattered, and the sound of destruction filled the space - but nothing eased the pain inside her.

Tears rolled down her face as she cried, her body trembling with anger. "I hate you!" she sobbed. "You ruined everything!"

Her eyes landed on a framed photo sitting on the nightstand.

It was their wedding picture.

She was in a white dress, smiling brightly. Jungkook stood beside her in black, looking like the perfect groom. They looked happy. Like a couple in love.

But it was all a lie.

Her chest tightened as she reached for the frame, her fingers gripping it tightly.

She had been a fool.

A fool to believe in him. A fool to love him.

A painful sob escaped her as she raised the frame and threw it with all her strength. It hit the floor with a loud crash, the glass shattering into tiny pieces.

Her knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, her hands clutching her head.

How did her life come to this?

Just a year ago, she was happy. Just a year ago, she believed in love.

But now...

Jungkook had taken everything from her.

Her dreams. Her freedom. Her heart.

Regret weighed heavily on her chest.

If only she could go back.

If only she could change everything.

But it was too late.

And as she sat there, drowning in her pain, the memories of the past slowly started to take over....

One year ago, how her life changed.

One year ago......

★ ★ ★

—𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍···୨ৎ