† 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟲𝟭 †

╭─━─━─━─━─━─╮𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟲𝟭†❝𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥, 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬❞╰─━─━─━─━─━─╯

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

This is the worst thing Evie has ever experienced.

It was beyond humiliation.

She sat on the floor beside the bed, still stunned. He had pushed her there earlier, in a moment of anger. Her body didn't hurt, but her heart did. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she stared at the floor, her mind numb and heavy with emotions—hurt, shame, anger.

Everything felt too much to handle.

Jungkook stood on the other side of the room, his jaw tight with rage. Without saying a word, he walked over to the table, grabbed a cigarette, and lit it. The smoke slowly filled the room, but he didn't seem to care how it made her feel. He didn't look at her. He didn't say sorry, didn't even feel remorse. It was like nothing had happened like pushing her, shouting at her, accusing her meant nothing.

This is the worst she could even think of.

Evie cried quietly. She didn't want to sob or scream. She felt too much humiliation, too much hurt, and she wouldn't cry and scream in front of him to make herself look like more of a fool.

Her heart was breaking, and her expectations were completely shattered. She had come here with hope—hope for a beautiful honeymoon, for some happiness, for a new beginning. He had promised her they'd have a good time, that things would be different.

But instead, he had ruined everything in just two days.

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, Evie stood up slowly from the floor and looked around the room. She saw her bag in the corner. Her voice was muffled with tears but loud enough for him to hear, firm despite everything.

"You can enjoy your honeymoon alone. I'm leaving," she said, not even expecting a reply. "I didn't come here to be treated like this. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be with you."

Jungkook scoffed under his breath as he looked at her.

"bullshit," he mumbled under his breath and walked out to the balcony, ignoring her words completely.

Evie sat back down on the bed for a few moments, taking slow breaths, trying to calm herself, but failing. She leaned forward, put her head in her hands, and finally broke down, crying completely.

After a while, after crying her heart out, she got up again because she couldn't waste her time like this. Quietly, she started packing her things. One by one, she folded her clothes and placed them in her suitcase.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Fuck that honeymoon crap—she was really an idiot to believe in it and come here only to waste more of her time and mental peace.

She didn't rush, but every movement was firm and certain as she's packing her bag. She picked up her phone and booked the earliest flight back home. There was no way she could stay here another five days. Not after what had happened. Not like this.

This place, which was supposed to be filled with love and memories, had become worse than her home–worse than anything she had imagined. She felt like she was suffocating. She couldn't live like this. She couldn't stay with someone who treated her like this.

The night passed slowly. She lay in bed, curled up under the covers, staring at the ceiling. She didn't cry loudly, but her pillow was soaked with silent tears. Jungkook hadn't returned for hours. She didn't know where he went, and honestly, she didn't care anymore. Maybe he was out drinking or wandering the streets. All she knew was that he didn't care enough to check on her, to talk, or even to apologize.

Sometime around midnight, he returned to the room, smelling of alcohol. He didn't speak. He just dropped onto the other side of the bed and fell asleep, turning his back to her. Evie didn't say a word. She didn't expect anything from him anymore.

By morning, she was already dressed and ready to leave. Her bag was packed, her ticket booked, and she had already canceled the rest of the trip from her side.

She noticed he had packed his things too. It seemed he had canceled the trip as well.

But there was no conversation between them and she hadn't expected one.

She didn't wait for him or for any kind of exchange. Without saying a word, she left alone for the airport in a cab. She didn't know if he was taking the same flight or not and she didn't care. If anything, she was just thankful she had brought her own money and didn't have to depend on him.

She reached the airport alone, checked in, and went to sit and wait for her flight. She had arrived early, but honestly, sitting at the airport felt far better than staying back in that room with him.

As the boarding time came closer, she noticed him.

He was there too. Checking in for the same flight.

For a brief moment, their eyes met but neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. And truthfully, she didn't want him to. She needed space. She needed silence, so she turned away, refusing to look at him again.

When boarding was announced, she got on the flight without hesitation and took her seat– far from his.

They were on the same plane, yet it felt like they were miles apart.

Jungkook didn't look at her. He either stared ahead or scrolled through his phone, completely indifferent. Evie sat by the window, her gaze fixed outside, her eyes burning from lack of sleep and the tears she was trying so hard to hold back.

She had come on this trip with so many hopes—to grow closer, to finally feel like a family, to share something happy together.

But it had turned into the complete opposite.

Worse than anything she had experienced back at home.

She blinked quickly, forcing the tears back, and wiped the corners of her eyes before anyone could notice.

What a joke… in the name of a honeymoon.

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

After a long and silent flight, they finally reached home. The tension between them hadn't eased at all. There was no apology, no meaningful conversation– just empty space filled with cold glances and casual words that didn't mean much.

For Jungkook, it was like nothing had happened. He acted normal, as if he hadn't ruined their trip or hurt her feelings. He spoke only when necessary, asking where things were or commenting on random stuff, completely ignoring the fact that he had crushed her expectations.

Evie, on the other hand, didn't say a word. She didn't respond to anything he said, not even with a nod. Her silence wasn't out of helplessness– it was a choice. She was deeply hurt, and this time, she wasn't going to let it go easily. She wasn't going to act like everything was okay.

Not until he realized how badly he had treated her. Not until he understood how much pain he had caused.

Two days passed like this. Cold, quiet and fully awkward. Jungkook returned to work earlier than planned. He had taken time off for their trip, but after the disaster it turned into, he canceled the rest of his leave and went back to his office. He didn't say anything before leaving each morning, and Evie didn't bother to ask.

She stayed home alone. The house felt too big and too empty. With nothing much to do, she finished her daily chores early, but the rest of the day dragged on painfully. She felt emotionally exhausted like something inside her had shut down. She didn't even feel like watching TV or reading.

It was the kind of quiet that made her thoughts louder. And all those thoughts kept leading back to him. The things he said. The way he treated her.

She had no one to talk to. No friend close enough. No one who would truly understand. She spoke to her father a few times when he called, but even that felt heavy. He still thought she was having a beautiful time with her husband. How could she tell him the truth? How could she explain what had really happened without sounding broken or lost?

Especially when she had only been married to him for a few months, and conflicts had already started. She knew her father had been unsure about her marrying so early, but she had insisted.

How could she even tell him that within months of marriage, things were already falling apart?

She felt ashamed just thinking about it. What would his reaction be? Would he scold her, feel disappointed, or simply tell her that it was normal—just another husband-wife conflict she needed to adjust to?

So, she just sighed and told him everything was fine… even though it clearly wasn't.

By evening, she was sitting in the living room, trying to keep herself distracted–flipping through channels, scrolling her phone, anything to kill time. The room was dim, the sky outside slowly turning orange as evening came by.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

She quickly sat up, her heart skipping for a moment. Maybe Jungkook was home early?

She opened the door but it wasn't Jungkook. It was Ethan.

Evie blinked in surprise but then smiled warmly. "Oh, Ethan," she greeted him politely.

"Good evening, Evie," Ethan smiled back. "Hope I'm not disturbing you."

Ethan often visited the house as he is Jungkook's manager and to handle Jungkook's schedules or check on arrangements. Over time, Evie had come to see him as someone reliable. He was always respectful and well-mannered– mature, calm, and someone who knew how to carry himself.

"Not at all, please come in," she said, stepping aside to let him in.

"Thank you. Jungkook asked me to stop by and pick up a file from his home office–the blue folder with the contract papers. He said it should be in the drawer of his desk. He also asked me to take a quick look around the house to make sure everything's fine. Since he's been too busy with work lately, he wanted to make sure nothing was being overlooked."

Evie nodded. "Of course. His study is just down the hallway. You know the way."

"Yeah, thank you," he replied with a small smile and headed inside, walking with his usual calm confidence.

Evie slowly made her way to Jungkook's study behind Ethan as she found herself standing near the doorframe, watching Ethan shuffle through some files.

It felt casual on the surface, just a regular visit, but Ethan's attention wasn't truly on the file he was pretending to find. His eyes flicked to her now and then, quiet, curious and observant, more like someone who noticed something was off and couldn't shake the feeling. The forced calm in her voice. It was subtle, but noticeable to someone who paid attention.

Evie, as if sensing his glance, gave a small smile. "Need help finding something?" she asked, trying to sound light and polite.

Ethan smiled back, just as casually. "Ah, no. I'll manage. Just a file Jungkook mentioned." He paused, then added, "So... how was the trip? You two came back sooner than expected."

Evie shifted slightly, her fingers curling into the ends of her sleeves. But she kept the smile on her face, as if it would cover up everything else.

"It went well," she said, voice steady but distant. "Short, yeah. But it was nice. Jungkook had some urgent work, so we had to return early. But the two days we spent there were good."

Ethan watched her, still smiling politely, but he didn't believe a word she said.

He could tell that her words were carefully chosen. Too smooth, too planned. And her eyes– they gave away more than her words did. She wasn't fine and definitely not peaceful. She looked like someone carrying a lot but trying her best to look normal.

And she didn't even know that Ethan already knew the truth or at least parts of it. He didn't know exactly what had happened during the trip, but he knew it hadn't gone well. And he knew that Jungkook hadn't been suddenly called back for work. There were no urgent meetings, no unfinished projects. Jungkook had cleared his schedule for the entire trip. Ethan had seen the calendar himself.

And what he had heard yesterday only added to his doubts.

He had found out by accident, really. Yesterday, while managing some paperwork in Jungkook's office, Ethan had been organizing files when Jungkook took a call. He wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help overhearing parts of the conversation.

The person on the other end was Raven.

The name "Raven".

Ethan had recognized it instantly. Raven wasn't a stranger. She was an old family friend of Jungkook or more like his girlfriend. That made it easy for him to piece things together when Jungkook kept repeating her name during the call.

What Ethan heard during that phone call… it stayed in his head even now.

Jungkook was laughing while talking, his voice light and amused. He said something about the trip going exactly as planned. He mentioned how satisfying it was to see Evie cry– how he had broken her down emotionally and how much he had enjoyed watching her fall apart.

His exact words weren't always clear, but the intention behind them was.

All the confusion had cleared.

It was all a calculated plan.

He had married Evie for a reason and Ethan felt stupid, too stupid, for ever thinking that Jungkook had married her for love or companionship. Now it all seemed like a pre-planned game. A twisted one.

Only someone like Jungkook could come up with something this cruel.

That phone call confirmed what Ethan had suspected for a while.

Jungkook had never changed. Not after marriage–not even for a moment. He still stayed out late with his friends, still went to clubs, still hooked up with other women and Evie didn't even know. She was living in a lie, and the worst part was, she didn't seem to have any clue about it.

Ethan wasn't shocked by Jungkook's behavior anymore.

He had worked for him long enough to know how ruthless and wicked he could be when he wanted something or when he wanted to hurt someone. But this… this felt different.

This wasn't about ego or pride. Jungkook was putting on an entire act, faking a relationship, pretending to be a husband, all while emotionally tormenting someone who didn't seem to have done anything to deserve it.

And that was what kept bothering Ethan.

Evie didn't look like the type to mess with someone's life. Ethan had quietly checked her background out of curiosity, but she had a clean, simple past. A normal life. A normal family.

Nothing questionable. Nothing that would suggest she had harmed or betrayed Jungkook in any way.

So what was all this for?

If Evie had wronged Jungkook somehow, he wouldn't waste time faking a relationship—he would destroy her instantly. He had the power, the money, the reach.

He could've ruined her life with a single phone call. But instead, he married her, played along, and was literally fooling her.

Why?

That question kept eating at Ethan's mind.

The curiosity had grown too strong to ignore. And that was exactly why he was here today.

The file? It was just an excuse. Jungkook hadn't asked for any file. He hadn't sent Ethan here. Ethan had come on his own, hoping to see for himself what Evie was like—what kind of person she really was. Maybe, somehow, he could find a clue that would help him make sense of all this.

But now, standing in the same room as her, watching her quietly struggle to keep up the act of a happy wife, Ethan didn't find any answers. He didn't see any reason for what Jungkook was doing.

All he saw was a girl who looked tired of pretending.

At one point, a thought crossed his mind—to confront her directly. To tell her everything. To warn her. It felt unfair, watching someone being played and fooled in the name of love and marriage like this.

Even though Ethan himself didn't know the exact reason behind Jungkook's actions, he felt like he should at least tell her what he knew. Maybe ask her if she had any past connection with Jungkook. Maybe it could help her avoid being completely betrayed.

Should he reveal it to her?

For a moment, he actually considered doing it.

But then, his mind stopped him.

The thought of going against Jungkook was enough to send a chill down his spine. Jungkook had already warned him to stay out of his personal life—if Ethan cared about his family. And Ethan knew exactly what kind of man Jungkook was. He wasn't someone to be taken lightly.

Ethan loved his wife and children too much to risk something like that.

And then there was the second problem.

Even if he did confront Evie directly… would she believe him? Or would she doubt him? After all, he didn't have any real proof.

For now, he had to wait.

He needed to find the exact reason behind all this—and solid proof of whatever Jungkook was planning.

He couldn't afford to act without thinking, especially when it involved someone like Jungkook. Ethan had to be careful.

After pretending for a long time in search of a file, Ethan picked up a random file from the shelf and pretended he had found what he came for.

"I got it," he said casually, holding up the file before heading toward the door.

As he walked out, he paused and glanced at Evie with a small smile. "It still surprises me how someone like Jungkook managed to marry someone as decent as you. You're really out of his league."

It was an honest observation. Evie smiled politely at his words, though inside, she felt anything but okay. She didn't respond to the comment and instead shifted the topic.

"How's your family?" she asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

"They're doing good," Ethan replied. "My wife's the same–keeps the house running, and the kids keep her on her toes."

Evie smiled at that, the kind of smile that hides envy. A part of her wished her own life felt even slightly that normal.

"It's already evening," she said kindly, offering as they headed out from the study room. "Please sit for a while, I'll get you something. Tea or coffee?"

Ethan shook his head politely. "Thank you, but I should get going. My wife must be waiting. If I'm late, she'll flood my phone with calls," he added with a chuckle. It wasn't a complaint– it was admiration in a simple way.

Evie smiled again, quietly thinking how nice it would feel to be missed like that.

"I'll head out now," Ethan said, stepping toward the door. "And… don't wait too long for Jungkook. He mentioned he had some important work—he might be late."

She nodded, trying not to show her disappointment. For her, this had become routine.

Ethan knew there was no work. Jungkook had already made plans for a wild night out with his friends. Ethan only said that so Evie wouldn't wait up for him. It was a small gesture, but it felt necessary.

He walked out of the house, silent.

Ethan had a wife and a daughter. Maybe that's why this felt personal now as he can't see that something wrong is going with other women.

So for now, Ethan kept quiet. But he wouldn't stop until he knew the full truth–whatever happened in the past between Evie and Jungkook that led to this so-called marriage.

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

Days slowly turned into weeks, and those weeks blended into months.

Like that, two months passed.

A lot happened in that time–too much for Evie to handle. After they returned from the trip, which ended in a complete disaster, things between them got worse than ever.

That trip had hurt her deeply by the way Jungkook acted during it but mostly because of what followed afterward. He didn't even seem to care. His behavior afterward—the way he ignored what had happened, like nothing had happened and everything was fine—was what broke her the most.

For fifteen days straight, Evie completely stopped talking to him. She couldn't bring herself to pretend everything was fine. She needed space, and silence was the only way she could protect what little strength she had left.

But Jungkook, who didn't seem to care at first, eventually started to notice. And then came his usual way of handling things–apologies and affection. He started acting all guilty and clingy, suddenly trying to be close again like nothing had happened.

She still remembers those days–how much she cried when she finally told him what she felt, how he wrapped her tightly in his arms and refused to let her stay angry for long. Jungkook knew exactly what to say to soften her heart, how to hold her just right to make her forget for a moment. He said sorry over and over again, swearing it wouldn't happen again, blaming stress or bad days at work.

She didn't want to give in that easily, not without him truly realizing the damage he had done. But Jungkook was too good at getting around her walls. He said all the right things, made her feel like maybe this time would be different, and in the end, she gave in—not because she believed him entirely, but because she still had hope.

Deep down, she wished that one day he would truly understand how much he was hurting her, that his apology would come not just because she was ignoring him, but because he genuinely regretted his actions.

But the truth is, in the past two months, nothing really changed. His mood swings continued– some days he was warm and charming, and the next he was cold and distant. There were days he'd come home early, maybe act normal for a few hours, and she would start to think that maybe they were getting better.

But then the very next day, he'd come home late without explanation, or ignore her completely, walking past her like she wasn't even there. He didn't talk to her about his day, never shared anything the way couples normally do.

Some mornings he'd leave for work early without a word, and other days he'd be lazy, staying in bed longer but not saying a single thing to her—not even a simple "good morning."

Evie had tried. She really had. She'd done everything she could think of to fix their marriage. She started waking up early to make his breakfast, even when he didn't ask. She tried to keep things light, avoided talking back or arguing when he was in a bad mood because she knew that would only make things worse.

She tried to stay polite, made conversation when he seemed open to it, and gave him space when he didn't. She even stayed calm when she didn't feel like it, just to keep the peace. She put in the effort because she believed that being married meant working through the hard times, not walking away from them.

She didn't want to lose this marriage without giving it her all.

But no matter how much she tried, nothing seemed to work. Jungkook didn't acknowledge her efforts. He never noticed the small things she did to make things better, or if he did, he acted like they didn't matter.

Sometimes he'd respond with silence, other times with irritation. And sometimes he'd just act like everything was fine, as if they were a perfectly normal couple–when they clearly weren't.

She was exhausted–mentally, emotionally, even physically. And most of all, she was tired of being the only one trying to make something work that felt so one-sided.

Jungkook only ever got clingy when he wanted something—from her.

It was always on his terms. And when it came to physical intimacy, Evie knew it was normal for a husband and wife to have sex. It wasn't just about pleasure–it was supposed to be a way to connect, to share something deeply emotional. She wanted that too. She longed for that closeness, the kind of intimacy that made you feel loved, not just touched.

There were a few times in the past couple of months when Jungkook had gotten overly affectionate, and during those moments, they ended up having sex. She didn't stop him because she also craved it–craved the comfort, the connection, the warmth of being with her husband.

Wanting that wasn't wrong. She wanted to feel everything with her husband, just like any other couple who loved each other. But no matter how many times they shared a bed, it never felt the way she hoped it would.

She realized something painful: they had sex, many times before the marriage and after but they had never really made love. Not once. It had always been about physical need from his side.

There was no emotion in it, no tenderness. It was always rushed, rough, filled with kinks–always from behind, like he didn't want to see her face, didn't want to look her in the eyes. Sure, some couples enjoy that and sometimes that kind of passion is fine. But not every time. And definitely not when it becomes the only way.

She had hoped for something different. Something where they looked into each other's eyes, held each other close, whispered things that mattered. Where he told her how much she meant to him. Where she could feel loved, not just used. But it never happened that way. And the more she thought about it, the more it started to feel wrong.

Not just disappointing—but humiliating.

She remembered the night she finally confronted Jungkook how it made her feel. She asked him to stop in the middle of it because it felt awful, like she was just there for his release. Not his partner– just a body. She tried to explain that it wasn't about the act itself, but how empty it felt. How it lacked any real connection. She told him she didn't like being treated like that–not every time. She needed something more. Something real.

Instead of listening, he got angry. Like he couldn't believe she'd stop him. Like being rejected was an insult to his pride.

That night, he left without a word. Didn't come back until late, completely drunk, and didn't even look at her. That hurt more than anything. Because at that moment, it was clear he didn't care how she felt—only that he didn't get what he wanted.

But Evie didn't run after him. She didn't apologize. Because for once, she had chosen to protect her own dignity. She didn't want to keep doing something that made her feel so worthless inside.

Let him be angry. Let his ego be bruised. She couldn't keep giving herself in ways that left her feeling hollow.

After that night, everything changed. He became even more distant. Maybe his pride was wounded. Maybe he didn't understand what she needed, or maybe he just didn't care enough to try. But from then on, there was nothing between them. No affection. No intimacy. Not even a conversation about it.

And what broke her most was not the lack of sex—it was that she felt disgusting for even thinking about being physical with her own husband. She felt like nothing more than an object, not a partner.

He wasn't just distant anymore–he was rude, arrogant, and harsh with his words. He used to at least say sorry when he hurt her, even if he didn't mean it. But slowly, he stopped doing even that.

Now, he didn't hesitate to shout at her, even for the smallest mistakes. His patience was gone. His care was gone. And so was the man she once married.

He started going to the office early in the morning and coming home late at night. Most of the time, he came back drunk, smelling like alcohol, laughing and enjoying himself with his friends while she stayed up, waiting for him.

She couldn't sleep until he was back—not because she missed him or cared about him, but because she was anxious, scared of what mood he would bring home. Would he be angry? Would he fight with her? Would he shout in front of everyone again?

He didn't care anymore. He wouldn't even look at her some days. Other times, he'd talk like she wasn't even human. He would insult her in front of the maids, the driver, anyone. He didn't care who was watching or listening. He didn't care if Ethan was around. If something didn't go the way he liked, he would humiliate her, right there, without thinking twice.

The respect was gone. The love, if it ever existed, was gone. And now, it felt like he wanted her to break.

Evie tried to believe it was just a phase. She tried to tell herself it was just his childhood trauma or stress, that he just needed time. But as time passed, it became clearer–this wasn't just him struggling, this was him choosing to hurt her.

He wasn't doing it unknowingly anymore. He was doing it on purpose. And she could feel it. Something like he wanted her to suffer. He wanted her to cry. He didn't want to fix things. He wanted to destroy whatever little was left between them.

That thought crushed her. Because this wasn't just a cold marriage—it was turning into something painful. Something scary.

Evie, who once used to speak up, who used to fight back when he was unfair, now stayed quiet. Not because she had nothing to say, but because she was starting to feel afraid of him. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she was scared. Scared of what he would say. Scared of what he might do. Scared of the man he had become.

She stayed at home every day, slowly losing herself. Emotionally. Mentally. She didn't smile anymore. She didn't even try to pretend things were okay. Every day felt heavier than the last. She kept hoping maybe tomorrow would be better, maybe he'd be kinder. But nothing changed. It only got worse.

She started feeling like she was being punished for something.

But she didn't even know what that "something" was.

What had she done so wrong to deserve this?

Him being distant and being cold—maybe she could understand that.

But shouting, insulting, and humiliating her all the time? That was not okay. That was what hurt her the most. He didn't just stop loving her–he started disrespecting her. And it broke her.

Crying herself to sleep became normal for her. Some nights, she would cry silently, not wanting the maids or anyone to hear. Other nights, she'd cry into the pillow until she couldn't breathe properly. She felt like she was disappearing inside that big house.

Nobody saw her. Nobody asked her how she was doing. Not even him.

She was just... there. Alone. Empty.

She didn't feel like staying in that house anymore. It didn't feel like a home–it felt suffocating with everything that had happened. But the problem was… she didn't know where else to go.

Whenever Jungkook behaved like this, she would leave. She'd walk out without saying a word and wander around the city, parks, quiet streets, anywhere that felt even a little peaceful. She would stay out for hours, sometimes until late at night, just to avoid going back.

But no matter how long she stayed away, she always had to return.

Because she had nowhere else to go.

Her father's house…?

The thought crossed her mind more times than she could count.

So many times, she had picked up her phone, her fingers hovering over his contact. So many times, she had almost called him—almost told him everything she was going through.

But she never could.

She didn't know how to say it.

How do you tell your father that your marriage is already falling apart… just months after it began?

She was scared of his reaction.

Would he be disappointed? Angry? Would he blame her for rushing into this marriage when he had already been unsure about it?

And then there was society. The judgment.

At an age when she was supposed to focus on her career, her future—she had chosen to get married. And now, within months, she already felt like she couldn't survive in it.

What would people say?

What would they think of her?

The weight of it all pressed down on her chest, making it harder to breathe.

It was worse than she had ever imagined.

Her father's reaction. Society's judgment. Her own fear.

Everything tangled together, leaving her completely lost.

She didn't know what to do anymore.

She was losing her worth.

Losing the girl she used to be.

She couldn't even remember what she had done to deserve this.

How could someone change so much? Jungkook wasn't like this before marriage. He never treated her this badly before. What changed? What went so wrong?

She didn't know the answer. But one thing was becoming clear—she was slowly losing hope. She used to want to fix things. She used to believe things could get better. But now... she didn't know anymore. Because she could see it in his eyes. He didn't want to fix anything. He didn't even try.

And how can she fix something when the other person doesn't want to?

She was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of hoping. And most of all–tired of hurting.

And from Jungkook's side he had his own twisted reason for everything. A carefully crafted lie. This wasn't some failed love story. This was revenge. Silent, slow, and cold-blooded. And for him, it was working exactly the way he wanted.

Jungkook never wanted to hurt her physically. That would've been too easy. Too quick. He wasn't after bruises on her skin–he wanted bruises on her soul.

He wanted her to fall apart piece by piece, without even knowing why. He wanted to destroy her mentally, emotionally, and it was happening. Every tear, every sleepless night, every time she looked in the mirror and didn't recognize herself—that was his victory.

He didn't feel sorry. He didn't feel guilty.

No, not at all.

In fact, he enjoyed it.

He loved watching her break slowly. He loved seeing her cry in silence. He loved watching the hope in her eyes die a little more every day.

For him, it was a game. And every time she begged in her silence or looked down in fear, he felt like his pride was being rebuilt. Like her pain was fixing the insult he once suffered.

Because for Jungkook, this wasn't just about that slap she gave him. It wasn't just about public humiliation. It was about his ego. His name. His pride. How dare someone like her—someone from a low-class, no-status background—think she could humiliate Jeon Jungkook and walk away?

To everyone, it might have been just a slap.

But to him? It wasn't just a slap.

It was an insult to everything he believed he was. His dignity. His position. His pride. And Jungkook was not the type of man to forget something like that. He was not the type to let it go. He waited. He plotted. And now, he was watching her fall apart just like he planned.

Every day, he saw it in her eyes–the way she was fading. The way she looked lost. Hopeless. Broken.

And he loved it.

He loved that her confidence was gone. That her voice was gone. That her self-respect was slowly dying. It gave him a sick kind of peace, a twisted satisfaction.

Ofcourse, he was cruel, heartless and he felt nothing.

How could she ever believe that a devil like him could change?

Devils don't change.

They destroy. And he would keep going–breaking her, pushing her, tearing her down–until there was nothing left inside her. Until the girl she used to be no longer existed. Until she forgot she ever had worth at all.

Because for Jungkook, her breakdown was not a side effect. It was the goal.

This was his revenge. And he was enjoying every second of it.

This was what happened when someone dared to mess with Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn't a man.

He was the devil in disguise.

And Evie? She was just a vision in dark—fading quietly, with no one to save her.

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A/N—I know many of u are starting to hate Evie's character and feel like she's becoming that typical "weak female lead" often seen in dark romance.

But I want to gently remind u that everything happening right now is part of the storyline and her character arc.

Tbh, she is one of the strongest female leads i have ever written. If you stay patient & continue reading, u will see her growth. She is not unrealistically strong, nor is she overly weak like many characters in this genre. But a women who learns from her mistakes.

Right now, she represents the struggles and suffering of many women. Her character is shaped by her experiences, pain & the harsh reality of falling in love with the wrong person and being trapped in a toxic marriage. In many ways, she represents real, everyday women.

And I want to make one thing clear→I will never glorify toxicity, cheating, manipulation or misogyny in the name of dark romance. So don't worry about it.

This story is more about life lessons & the inner struggles women go through when they trust the wrong person.

And remember… karma is real.