She's sitting in the back of his car, and of course, his words are the ones that carried out. In front of her entire family, he takes her with him to their home, not even a single word being said.
Even Amir, who wanted to break his bones, was being judged by his cousins so that he wouldn't do anything that would make Jungkook wage war on them.
They're uncomfortable with his threats because he's not the kind of person who just threatens, but he actually does what he says.
His eyes swept over the woman in front of him and the empty road. It was midnight. No one knew how quickly time had passed...
He watched her lean her head against the window, her expression lifeless and withered. He forced her, and despite her refusal, he did what he wanted and took her.
Whoever says her family's hell was easier didn't know that if he had left her there, they would have killed her. Their very existence together was a great shame for them.
So, either they would be killed or separated. Despite using every means at their disposal, neither of them would ever walk away from the other.
But it seemed they had already reached the end...
He parked his car near their house and noticed that she had fallen asleep, exhausted and worn out. It had been a long day for her, and it hadn't been easy!
"I know you'll never forgive me... but I can't do it without you!" I can't abandon you, no matter how vile you are. I truly can't. You are my heartbeat...
He whispered, his eyes filled with obsession not moving from the body of the woman sleeping soundly, unaware of what was happening around her, and she truly didn't want to realize anything...
He got out of the car and went over to her. He held her in his arms with tenderness, his eyes resting on her calm features and her eyes, puffy and red from her prolonged crying.
He placed a very long kiss on her eyes as he rang the doorbell. Another kiss fell on her other eye, coinciding with the door opening.
Woojin was met by the sight of his friend kissing his wife's eye, who stood beside him, anxiously staring at him in pain.
How could he kiss his co-wife when she was here, almost dying from worry after their house was raided by people who were about to kill them?!!
It was painful for her. That he was so gentle, even in the kiss he placed on her co-wife's eye, was as if he had plunged a knife into her heart.
He skipped past them, not even looking at them, but rather ahead, watching the road so he wouldn't stumble and disturb his sleeping lover.
His sister, who was sitting on the couch, was wrapping her head in a piece of cloth to relieve the headache that was causing her to contemplate events in her mind, hoping to get some rest!
Her appearance was truly hilarious. Every time she said, "Oh, my head," she tightened the bandage around her head more tightly until her head exploded from what she was doing to it!
Did the headache pill cause anything? No, it didn't, but unfortunately, it didn't work.
He entered their room, closed the door with his foot, slowly placed her on the bed, and sat beside her, looking at her pale, tired features.
She had experienced enough woe to make her fade, just like her features and her soul.
He leaned down gently to her forehead, then planted a kiss longer than the previous one, and went to get her some comfortable clothes.
He brought out his silk pajamas for her and then changed her clothes quietly, not wanting to make any noise that would wake her up.
He finished changing her clothes, covered her tightly, and got up to take a relaxing bath to relieve the exhaustion he felt...
He stood under the shower, the water cascading down his hair, washing away the surrounding blood from his entire body.
He rested both hands on the wall in front of him, his mind constantly replaying that night.
A night he never wished to repeat, a situation in which he was dying and would never be put through again...
His sister and his wife...
The two people he hated most to be hurt. Choosing between them was like ripping out his heart.
If it weren't for his friend, whom he had sought help from, who burned down that family's palace, he risked his sister's life, and how much pain he felt for letting her down...
He let her down just as he let his wife down!...
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They gathered in the living room together, Woojin beside him, Mira beside him, and Melissa beside her.
In front of them sat Jungkook, who had been silent for about ten minutes, holding a second cigarette in his right hand, almost finished.
"Can you explain what happened here? I was going to die, brother!"
He closed his eyes tightly when he heard her shaky voice, on the verge of tears. This was the first time Mira had ever experienced such a situation!
He had never let anyone hurt her in his life. Even his family had set a red line for Mira not to be crossed, so as not to provoke Jihoon.
How dare they take such a step? How dare they drag his sister into their problems?!?
"Brother, who were they?"
This time, he couldn't bear her crying, and how she had left her place and come to him, resting her head on his feet, clutching his shirt tightly, sobbing bitterly.
"I'm sorry, Mira. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
He threw away his cigarette and ran his hand through her hair, angry at himself for being helpless and unable to come to her first.
He was fully aware that she was trembling with fear, but she didn't let it show on her face.
His words didn't work, so he picked her up by the waist and held her in his arms, hoping she'd feel safe with him.
"He was holding the gun to my head. My brother was going to kill me."
I complained to him like a little girl in her father's arms, burying her head in his neck, hugging him tightly as if he were going to run away and leave her.
"My child is gone, gone. Forget what happened. I swear to make them wish they were dead because they thought of touching you."
His tender tone was filled with a promise he would fulfill. That night, he would strike them hard and take revenge for his sister from Amir's men and his family.
Melissa felt a fire burning in her heart because he hadn't even looked at her, hadn't checked on her, hadn't hugged her like he had with his sister and co-wife.
He hadn't done anything to her, even though she was about to die too! At that moment, she remembered Kristen's words to her...
"I will make you know the difference between love and madness."
She didn't know what she'd done to make him go to her, as Woojin had said, and leave his sister for her...
But she felt jealousy and pain burning her heart intensely. She wanted his attention just like them, and she would get it no matter what...
He carried Mira after she fell asleep from exhaustion and took her up to her room...
Melissa had gone upstairs to go to her room, her eyes filled with tears, when she encountered him coming out of Mira's room.
Her tearful eyes made him sigh in extreme exhaustion, and with a fading spirit, he opened his arms for her to come to him...
He almost lost her, too, like his sister, so as soon as she rushed into his embrace, he tightly embraced her.
She collapsed in tears in his arms, and he gently stroked her hair while burying his head in her neck.
In the middle of that quiet hallway, the only sound that could be heard was her crying.
Their bodies shuddered violently at the sound of a loud scream coming from the west wing...
"That's Kristen's voice!"
Jungkook terrified before quickly running upstairs to their loft.
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He placed his hand on her mouth firmly to silence her, but she resisted fiercely, wanting to remove the mask he was wearing so she could identify him.
She moved her feet forcefully on the bed, feeling short of breath because of his grip on her.
He was increasing the force of his hand on her lips for one purpose...
Killing her...
He heard the sound of approaching footsteps, so he quickly pulled the knife from his jacket pocket, whispering something he intended to terrify her.
"There's an old proverb that says: 'He who kills will be killed, even if it takes a while, and that's what should happen to you...'"
At the same time, the sharp knife forcefully pierced her body, and a frenzied pain spread through her body as she spurted out a huge amount of her blood onto the bed...
Her congested tears streamed down her eyelids in a cascade, like the blood that covered her bed.
She wanted to say even one word, to call for help, but her voice wouldn't come out. She stared at the masked man's back as he gradually moved away from her.
She lowered a hand from her neck, placing it over the deep, bleeding wound.
A deep ache filled her eyes as she stared at her blood. A single question swirled through her mind before the fog enveloped her eyes.
"What is the great sin that separated her so that her life has become a living hell?!"
It was as if she were living inside a nightmare from which she could not escape. How would she bear the injustice being perpetrated against her?
A dream that took only minutes, but it was like the years slowly passing by as she felt it was a reality she was living...!
"Kristen."
He pushed the door open, his breath barely able to catch from the terror he felt at the sound of her screams, which shook his heart, which was about to stop from fear for her.
Her screams really didn't stop even after he stormed into the room, and he was shocked to see her in that state.
She was crying and screaming while squeezing her neck with her left hand and trying to move her hand away from her neck with the other so she could breathe!!
But how would she do that while she was still seeing and feeling her dream? How did that masked man leave her mouth and begin to grip her neck tightly until he killed her?
Even after he stabbed her and walked away, she could still feel him close as he choked her!!
She was caught between dream and reality, startling everyone in the house at the sound of her screams until they stood outside her room door, watching her in shock.
"Damn it, what's happening to her, Jungkook?"
In shock, Mira gasped as she placed her hand on her lips, her eyes widening at the hysterical state Kristen was in.
Her condition shocked them greatly. They hadn't seen her in this state for a long time after she'd gone to a psychiatrist, and this came after much suffering until she was convinced!!...
So what happened to her now?
"Kristen, my love."
Jungkook lunged at her body as Mira and Woojin approached, who quickly called her doctor.
"Kristen, wake up, please. This is a nightmare. Don't let it drag you into its vortex."
With great difficulty, Jungkook pushed her hand away from her neck as he screamed at her, placing her in his lap, hoping she could recover from her hysterical state.
Mira grabbed the glass of water on the table and splashed a little on her face, hoping she'd come to her senses and respond to them.
But she truly felt nothing. Her screams didn't stop, but her body remained in his embrace. She was breathing heavily after Jungkook removed his hand from her neck.
Her tears continued to stream down her cheeks in a long, endless stream, even as her husband wiped them away. More tears continued to fall, making Mira cry with grief over what that girl was going through.
Her condition made hearts tremble and stones weep with grief over her broken heart and the burning of her innocent soul.
That girl had truly endured so much! She had endured so much that her shoulders were weighed down, her spirit withered, and her feelings extinguished.
So when would her soul be free of her pain?
"Damn it, it's on fire."
When her husband placed his hand on her forehead, he felt it burning between his hands from the heat radiating from it, so he told Woojin to bring cold water and a towel until the doctor arrived.
He stared at her face in frustration, blaming no one but himself for what his wife had become. He was the cause of everything that was happening to her.
He had no right to blame anyone but himself. He was the first and last person responsible for Christine's worsening state because of him.
He leaned closer to her after telling Mira that he would take care of her and that she should go to her room. She, in turn, did as he said and didn't argue, so she kissed her forehead and stood up.
Melissa stood in front of the door, tears falling silently. Her eyes were on Christine's trembling body and the sobs that escaped her unconsciously.
The palm of her hand was wounded from her nails digging into it. She hadn't wanted any of this! She hadn't wanted to hurt her at all, but this was beyond her control...
She's also a victim of this marriage! If Kristen was hurt, then she was also hurt by Jungkook's intense love and obsession.
Despite that, she couldn't leave the man she loved because her co-wife was the one who hurt her the most!
She couldn't stay away from him, no matter how mean he was to her.
She was and still is selfish, even when she saw him kiss her eyes and the tears that streamed down her cheeks, filled with self-pity.
She was dying because he wanted her to do this to her too. She wished she could be in the place of that girl whose eyes sparkled just by looking at her...!
She's his wife and has a greater right to him than her, so why take him away from her? Why make her hate him by taking her husband away from her?
This was Melissa's thinking, and how she wished she could take him by the hand and take him to her room to prevent him from coming to her.
"Go to your room. You shouldn't stay here!!" Mira pulled her by the hand, and before she closed the door behind them, she saw him kiss her lips tenderly. It wasn't just one kiss, but several before it tore her heart apart.
It's not fair for one person to feel pain while the other enjoys her life! This person they love will give each of them a huge dose of pain...!
This is the result of their love for a toxic person like Jeon Jungkook...
One tear followed another until his crying became silent as he placed his forehead against hers. Her condition now pained him, the devastation he caused was killing him.
"Don't forgive me, please. I don't deserve this. I never deserve this..."
His heart beats painfully, making him cry even more, wishing she would never forgive him.
Because he will never forgive himself for what he did to her! He's like her family now. He hurt her just as they hurt her, so he doesn't deserve forgiveness.
He doesn't deserve it even if he was dying and wishing you would forgive him. A thin body, a wounded heart, tears streaming down the cheeks, and a lover whose injustice is bitter, but everything the good does is good.
O friend of the heart, existence has filled my heart, and the pain has become painful. Find a union with which to revive me, or a separation in which is my death, so that I may find rest.
How can I wake up in love, while your gaze is a Babylonian cup from which the morning is fragrant? You are the heart of the heart in the place, and the soul of my spirit in truth. In my submission, and the union with you is dear, and my brokenness, and the gaze with you, is healthy. Have mercy on me from I am consumed by passion and love, and you are the Messiah. I have concealed my love with all my effort, and if my passion persists, I will reveal it.
Oh gazelle, for whom grass is a pasture, not lavender, with two numbers and wormwood, you are my destination from Al-Ghuwair and Najd when I come and go, asking questions.
That wasn't a poem for fun... Rather, it describes their current state.
The Sinner and His Victim