The Secret of Min-Jun's wife | JENLISA AU

Chapter 55

Chapter 55:

I used to believe that love was something you fought for. Something you bled for. I didn't know what it was to be loved—only what it was like to survive. I was an orphan, lost and forgotten, until I was taken in by them. By the mafia. It wasn't out of kindness or mercy that I was adopted. It was survival. I became a weapon. My life wasn't mine; it was their tool.

My mission was simple: fight for my blood, fight for power. Destroy my enemies, and destroy anything that got in my way. I was raised to see the world as black and white—power on top, everyone else beneath. I didn't know love. I didn't know softness. I only knew what it was like to live with a knife in my hand, ready to strike. And through it all, there was one name that kept me going—Rosé.

She was the first person who ever showed me what it was like to feel. We were both orphans, both thrown away by the world. But somehow, in that chaos, we found each other. She became everything to me. My light in the darkness. I thought it was unchangeable, that the love we had would never end. It was eternal. No one could ever take that from me. But fate is cruel, and before I could fully understand what I had, Rosé was taken from me.

Her death broke me. I couldn't accept it. I couldn't just move on, so I did what any child of the mafia would do. I searched for the people who hurt her, the people who took her away from me. I needed to give her justice. But in the end, it wasn't about her anymore—it was about me. It was about surviving in a world where love had already killed the one person who ever mattered.

I was forced into a marriage I never wanted, to a man I didn't love. But in that marriage, I found her. Jennie. His wife. A woman whose life was tied to mine in ways I couldn't have imagined. At first, I thought it was just an extension of my past—just another person, another face in a world full of expectations. I told myself I was still in love with Rosé. That my heart belonged to her, and no one could ever take that from me.

But then I realized something. Something I didn't want to face.

I wasn't in love with Rosé anymore. I was in love with the idea of love—the dream of something perfect that I could never have. I had lived with the memory of Rosé, her image so perfect in my mind, that I didn't even realize I was clinging to a ghost.

And then Jennie came into my life. Slowly, quietly, she shifted everything. It wasn't that she replaced Rosé—it's that she made me realize something I'd never allowed myself to see. I was no longer longing for Rosé's arms. I was longing to be loved. I was longing for someone to see me, to really see me. And Jennie—her presence, her strength, her softness—made me realize that I didn't need to keep searching for a love that had already passed.

I didn't expect it. I didn't expect to fall in love with her, not like this. But there was something about her that made me want to fight for her. To protect her. To keep her safe from the very world I had been raised to be a part of. I would do anything for her. Anything.

But life, as I've learned, is cruel. The universe is cruel. The love I had for Rosé will never fade—it will stay with me until my last breath, a part of who I am. But Jennie... Jennie is the love I never expected. The love that came out of nowhere, that crept into my heart when I wasn't looking. The love that made me understand what it really meant to live, to give everything for someone, and to not expect anything in return.

But life doesn't work that way, does it? We live in a world where love isn't always enough. The universe throws chaos at us when we least expect it. And so, here we are—trapped in a world where I can't love Jennie freely. I can't love her without consequences. I can't protect her without losing myself in the process. The world I was born into, the world that molded me into this, won't let us have that kind of peace.