The Other Woman→𝙆𝙏𝙃

[Thirty Six; Steal Her Man]

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[Y/N]
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unedited

He lied to me.

The words echo in my mind, over and over, like a broken record I can't shut off. My chest feels tight, each breath a struggle, as if the air itself has turned against me. The beeping of the machines fades into the background, drowned out by the deafening roar of my own thoughts.

My husband. The man who was slowly starting to chip away at the walls I'd built around myself. The man who started looking at me with something softer than hatred, something that made me believe, even for a moment, that we could be more than this arrangement. The man who held me when I broke apart, who whispered words that made me feel like I wasn't alone in this world. 

The man who protected me, made me feel cherished, wanted, loved. That man lied to me.

My legs give out and I sink to the floor, my back against the cold wall. The room spins around me, Suah's fragile form blurring in my vision. She's alive. She's alive. The sister I thought I'd lost forever, the sister whose death I've carried like a weight around my neck for years. She's here. She's breathing. And Taehyung—he knew. He knew all along.

"Y/n?!"

The memories of his arms around me, the warmth of his body against mine, the way he had looked at me like I was something worth understanding—it all comes rushing back, but now it feels tainted. Poisoned. How could he have done this? How could he have looked me in the eye, touched me, held me, all while knowing the truth? All while planning to make me suffer for hurting his sister? 

He must have looked at her every day, thinking about all the ways he could ruin me.

He comes running to me, helping me to stand up. I scoot away like his touches burn.

"Don't. Don't you dare touch me!"

"Y/n, this is not—" He takes a step toward me, but I hold up a hand, stopping him in his tracks again.

"I said, don't come near me."

"Let me explain. Please listen to me." he says, his voice strained.

"Listen to you?" I scoff, "Are you really telling me to listen to you?"

I no longer recognise the man I am seeing.

This isn't the Taehyung I've known my entire life. This isn't the boy I was obsessed with since I was eight years old, the one who made my heart race with just a glance. This isn't the man I lost and found again, the one who stood beside me on our wedding day, his eyes steady and unwavering as he slid that ring onto my finger. This isn't the man who refused to let go, even when I pushed him away, even when I fought against him with everything I had.

This isn't the man I fell in love with.

Fuck.

The realisation hits me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of my lungs. I really did, didn't I? I fell in love with him. Despite everything—despite the arranged marriage, despite the hatred, despite the lies—I fell in love with him.

No.

God no, this is not happening to me.

I love him.

I really do.

Now he got me. He has me, exactly where he wanted me. At the bottom of the pit, absolutely broken.