JENSOO (ONESHOT/SMUT) CONVERTED

I hate you, I love you (M) part 2

JISOO'S POV

It's been nearly a month since Jennie and I had sex in the small, cramped bathroom of my apartment. Four weeks of not talking about it. Or rather her not talking about it. I bring it up one way or another every time we speak. She just glares at me, hell bent on ignoring that it even happened.

I want my wife back.
I need my wife back.
And today l would get her.

Any minute she'd be here to pick up the kids. Or so she
thought. They were with my mother. And would be until I
called her to say otherwise.

I don't know what it was going to take to make her believe that I didn't cheat. But would. No matter what it took I would convince her of that. I haven't looked at another woman since the day I met her. I was twenty-one at the time. Ten years later she's still the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on. She thinks I only see her stretch marks and the lose skin of two pregnancies. She couldn't be more wrong. Of course l see it. I have eyes. But seeing it immediately has my cock swelling for her. Knowing those marks are on her body because of me.
Because she carried not one, but two of my children inside her. It was the ultimate gift and she'd given it to me. I would never be able to thank her for that.

On our wedding day I had vowed to stay faithful to her.
To love her and only her for the rest of my life. Marriage
wasn't always taken seriously these days, but it was for me. Bona, the woman who's naked pictures she'd found on my phone, was a colleague. I'd been turning her down for years, but she just seemed to get bolder. Jennie and I already weren't doing well; which is why I didn't tell her. The stress of having two kids under three was hard on her and my intention had to not add more stress. I thought I had everything under control.

I was wrong.

We needed marriage counseling. Her trust in me was broken. And we needed to address our intimacy issues but the fact remained. I love her. I will always love her. And I don't want a divorce.

The knock on the apartment door pulled me out of my
thoughts. I set the chocolate covered strawberries in the
fridge next to the champagne. Pulling the garlic bread and lasagna, her favorites, out of the oven I placed them on the table next to the salad. Her favorite bottle of Pinot noir was already breathing on the table.

This wasn't the first time l'd pulled out all the stops to get her. It also wouldn't be the last. But the next time would be different. The next time would be to keep the spark alive. To make sure she knew that I worshiped the ground she walked no matter how many stretch marks she had and how much pregnancy weight she still claimed sat on her hips. Tonight is about getting her back. All future nights like this would be about keeping her.

Wiping my hands on the dish towel I walked down the hall. Opening the door, I smiled widely at her. She was as beautiful as she was the day I met her. "Hi, Jennie" Holding the door open I ushered it inside. Sniffing the air deeply she looked at me, her brows furrowed. Did you already feed the kids dinner?"

"No," I said.

"Oh. You're having company when we leave," she said. Her snarky responses and accusations have increased ten fold since we had sex. Even with all the teenage angst and attitude wrapped in her thirty year old body I still couldn't get enough pf her.

"NO."As we talked I walked casualy towards the dining room.

"Where are the kids? It's too quiet"

"My mom's."

"What?" She shrieked at me, but I was prepared for that
reaction.

"She's babysitting while we have date night"

"Only married couples have date night, Jisoo," she retorted with an eye roll.

Legally, we're still Married."