It's now 8:00 PM...
She hasn't left her room all day, even after Mira came over, wanting to have her sit down with them, but she refused.
Her heart is beating faster as time passes, one hour after the other, and she refuses to go downstairs, even to eat. The situation is getting more intense, but that's out of her hands. She's almost dying of terror, and she can't say anything.
The door is knocking before he enters. He can't bear the feeling of her being away from him! He prefers to go upstairs to her and not eat anything unless she's present.
She's standing on the balcony and doesn't feel him enter, so he quietly approaches her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, deeply smelling her hair.
She was startled for a moment, but quickly moved away from him, repelled by his touch. He closed his eyes tightly, her rejection making him furious.
"Don't be repelled by Rei's touch. I don't like that anymore!"
"The moment you entered my house with that damned woman! You no longer have any right to touch me."
He wiped his face sarcastically at her mood swings. Wasn't Sabah the one who asked him to hug her so she could cry in his arms?
Then why is she repelling him now? He couldn't understand what was really going on in her mind!!"
She sat back in her chair, butterflies dancing in her stomach at the new nickname Rei had given her. She wouldn't let anyone else call her that but him.
She crossed one foot over the other indifferently when her husband spoke impatiently. "Can we not bring up that damn Melissa when we're together? I mean, I'm really tired!?"
He almost cried, and she almost cried when she noticed the time. Terror gripped her heart, and she no longer felt at ease, especially since Jungkook was sitting with her and she couldn't leave.
She's in trouble!!!
"I see..."
She stammered as she tried to come up with an excuse to get out of the house, but the ringing of his phone made her sigh with relief.
"Really?!? I'm coming right away!"
He hung up, getting up in a hurry, and she truly thanked the caller for getting her out of this mess!
"Ree, I have to go, I have important work to do. We'll talk later. I love you."
He quickly stole a kiss from her lips before leaving the house.
She sighed in relief, quickly getting up to get ready and applying a little makeup to hide the traces of crying and her puffy eyes.
She wouldn't let them see their effect on her. She would resist her fear and bring herself down so she wouldn't see the harm they'd caused her...
She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing heavy makeup, black leather pants, a matching top, and a blue jacket.
She looked at her watch; it was 8:30. She grabbed her bag and car keys, then sneaked downstairs.
She exited through a secret door behind the stairs leading to the parking garage. Just like that, she was outside the house, on her way to her family's home!
She parked her car in front of the luxurious mansion at 9:00.
Her hand was trembling; she couldn't believe she'd walked here on her own! She grabbed the medicine box from the glove compartment of her car and took out two painkillers.
She had faced a fait accompli; there was no going back now.
To keep her secret, she had to confront her family...
"Are you going to stay in the car much longer?" Everyone is waiting for you!
She looked at the person standing in front of the car with a cold expression, waiting for her to get out of the vehicle.
She took her bag and got out with a cold, sharp expression. She looked at her father's assistant, who stepped aside, allowing her to pass.
She stepped forward, and with every step, her heartbeat increased. She felt as if her heart would stop when she saw them after two whole years.
Her foot stopped right outside the door. Part of her wanted to turn back and escape, and another part was asking her to end this farce.
And finally, she stepped foot into her hell!
Everyone inside was waiting for her: her mother, father, sister, brother, and younger brother, their uncles, aunts, and their children.
And her main hell... her grandfather.
"You have honored Her Majesty the Princess."
With a sarcastic tone, her father approached her, while she gripped her hand tightly, controlling her ragged breathing as he advanced toward her.
Her mother was smiling happily, wanting to go to her daughter, whom she missed so much, and was about to take a step toward her...
But Amir stood guard, looking at his father, whose hand rose upwards and then landed forcefully on Kristen's cheek, causing her to fall to the ground harshly, her lips wounded.
Is this their beautiful welcome for her? Yes, this is just a simple welcome for what will happen to her later.
"This is your proper place, you lowly" thing.
"What did Michelle do?"
Her mother's screams echoed throughout the palace as she pushed Amir out of the way. She ran to her daughter lying on the floor, placing her hand on her cheek calmly, her heart aching with grief.
"My dear Kristine, are you okay? Answer me, my daughter!?"
She spoke with intense concern, crouching in front of her, her hand on her cheek, gently wiping it.
A mixture of coldness and anger swirled inside Kristine as she looked at her mother, who was slowly wiping the wound next to her lips so as not to hurt her.
She didn't know whether to push her away or throw herself into her arms, crying bitterly until her heart was relieved from the pain that was killing her.
"Look what we have here!? A mother meeting her truly despicable daughter. I almost cry at this touching scene."
The sarcastic applause of Mr. Michel, her so-called father, made her stand up with the help of her mother, looking at him with coldness and hidden hatred.
If the choice were hers, she would have unleashed the fires of hell on him to cool her heart from this man's injustice.
"I will not respond to your insults, Mr. Michel! Because one day you will bow your head to me, apologizing for everything I have done to you!!"
"Don't forget, the days go by, and just as I bowed my head to you against my will and apologized for my love for my husband, you will do the same. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth..."
Her red eyes and the tears surrounding them, her fist clenched so tightly that her nails dug into the palm of her hand, and all the strength she had expressed through her words, which he now mocked, she was absolutely certain that the day would come, and every person who had wronged her would take revenge on them.
She won't forgive anyone, no matter how much they hurt her. Kristen doesn't give herself a second chance.
"Really, my little girl? I'll come to you, bow my head, and apologize. Has the psychiatrist treated you, or are you still crazy?"
His mocking laughter echoed in her mind, cementing that humiliating memory. She swore she would never forgive anyone who had wronged her, even if they were dying in front of her.
She advanced, and with every step, the people present at the meeting silently watched.
Meeting the father and daughter two years after that incident was stressful for them, especially Kristen's unfamiliar coldness.
How could a girl who was so reckless in all her actions become so cold?
Many questions were on their minds, but they were unable to ask them in this tense atmosphere.
"Why don't you ask the psychiatrist who made your daughter mentally ill?"
Her question was as calm as hers, but it spread more tension in the palace. Moreover, the old grandfather, who supported both hands on his cane, did not interfere.
"Aren't your decisions what brought us to where we are now? Didn't you choose that filthy Asian man over your family? Didn't you?"
His eyes flared as did their conversation. He still insisted on his opinion and on blaming her for choosing someone they considered an outcast.
Or in the truest sense, their relationship was rejected by everyone!!
But he completely forgot that she was a human being and brutally broke her, giving her her last hope in this life until she had nothing left but her broken self.
"The same answer I always get!! Your choice, damn it. Yes, Jungkook was my choice, and I haven't regretted it until that moment, but what did you do to me?!?"
Her teeth chattered violently as her hand trembled from the rage eating away at her nerves. She regained a bit of consciousness and began to comprehend that this wasn't a dream that would soon end...
Rather, her husband had actually married another woman, and she was standing before her family. This wasn't the dream she'd imagined...
Her mother put a hand over her mouth, stifling her sobs of anguish at the psychological and physical destruction her daughter had endured.
The rest of the family remained cold. They were no different from her father, and in fact, they were the first to support the decision to destroy her relationship with that Asian...
She looked at everyone present with looks filled with hatred, malice, and aversion. Even her mother received her share of those looks, which tore her heart apart even further.
"You all committed crimes against me six years ago, and even now, you killed me while I was still alive. You made me wish you were dead. I wish God would answer my prayers."
"You want me to break up with Jungkook, right?! Isn't this today's meeting?!"
Her tears, which had fallen unwillingly, she roughly wiped away, then looked at Grandpa, raising her head forcefully as if she wanted to give them what they wanted on a silver platter...
"He married another woman, and you're still defending him!?"
She smiled sarcastically when Grandpa's voice finally came out after the chaos caused by her father, who was quietly watching.
"What does his marriage have to do with me defending him?"
She took a chair at the dining table and sat directly in front of him. On either side of her were her uncles, aunts, and their children.
She crossed one leg over the other, not caring about respect or belittling them. She no longer cared about anything.
"Let's stop defending him now. There are more important matters to consider. Tomorrow evening, my grandson Saif will return from America, so you must be divorced today."
"That Asian must divorce you, even if it means using force."
His calm words struck a chord with everyone present at the meeting. The woman quickly stood up and spoke with emotion.
"Uncle, have you grown so old that you've gone senile? You want my son, who has been abroad for many years, to marry that filthy woman?!" "This will happen over your dead body."
Her disrespectful words to the head of the family resulted in a slap in the face, followed by another from her husband, who was enraged by her insult to his father.
"Apologize immediately before I cut out your tongue and divorce you, woman."
Mr. Emile was so angry with his wife that he grabbed her hair forcefully and forced her to kneel at his father's feet, apologizing to him with utter humiliation and humiliation.
Kristen's eyes didn't move from Grandfather Idris's privates, as he did, waiting for an answer that would satisfy him to end this farce that has been going on for years.
"This won't happen over your dead body, I'll give you what you want!"
She didn't let his words affect her. What was happening in her own life was enough for her. What her uncle did to his wife and what she said didn't matter to her.
She didn't care about anything anymore! But her relationship with Jungkook is the only one that will decide her fate!
"Before you decide anything, sister!" Look at my surprise...
Hate is a very small word for the amount of hatred she feels for Amir. She truly wishes he would suffer and taste the bitterness he'd gone through because of her!
His left hand was on the back of the chair and the other was in front of her. She turned her gaze from the grandfather to the phone. A video of Mira, her friend and her husband's brother, who had nothing to do with the situation, had appeared, but she wasn't spared the harm...
A man was holding a gun to her head while she was handcuffed to the chair, just as Melissa was, but their expressions were calm.
"Will you still refuse even when your friend and co-wife are hurt?"
"You're making a mistake and going too far with the wrong person!"
She turned her gaze to him, then stood in front of him while he stared at her with a provocative smile on his lips, as if to tell her, "You will submit to us in the end..."
"Why don't you call that person you hate and tell him what you want?" I'm here, I won't run away, waiting for him to come...
She patted his shoulder, but before she left, he whispered in his ear, just as he had done to her that morning.
"Don't forget the one who protects you from his demons, Amir... I'm the one who always kept him away from you, and I'm the one who will make him destroy you. Even if my secret is revealed, I will ensure your destruction."
Amir Michel Ramis...
She went to the third floor, her heels hitting the floor hard, as if the ground was shaking beneath her from her anger, and her eyes, tightly holding back their tears, until she reached her room.
She was completely shattered. What Jungkook had done to her was driving her to the verge of insanity, if not truly madness!
It was as if that slap she'd received had opened her eyes to the bitter truth that had broken her so deeply that if she spent her whole life trying to return to her former self, she would never do so.
What he did not only shattered her, but also shattered the relationship they had fought for over the past six years...
"I will never forgive you, Jeon Jungkook. I will never forgive you, even over your dead body... I swear by the mercy of my child that I will make you feel the pain and grief of loss for what you did to me..."
Her hair almost ripped out by its roots, and the tape of him entering her house with that girl and all the events she had gone through, especially when he confessed to her...
That he loved someone else... He said with his own tongue, "I loved her."
It was impossible for her to forget that word that tore her heart apart, burning it with a fire that, if it were the fire of hell, would have been easier for her than the fire of her obsession that burned her, leaving behind a scar that would never fade...
Her feet betrayed her, and she sat on the ground, crying over her condition and her shattered life.
Just for one of you to put yourself in her place!! Would anyone bear the amount of psychological harm, humiliation, degradation, and oppression they went through until she was able to get hold of the love of her heart?
Would anyone bear what they had lost in their life up until that moment? Jungkook was all she had, and now he's gone!...
Rather, he had become just as harmful to her as they were. His harm to her wasn't ordinary; it was the end of a hell whose doors had been opened upon them...