I put the kids to bed at about 8:30 so they can be well rested for school in the morning, and now I'm in the guest room, very comfortably watching TV. It's now nearly 11 and I'm still not in pajamas. I quickly run out to my car and look in the backseat, where I keep emergency clothes stored in a bag in case I'm called over at the last second or have to stay longer.

I'm all changed into my sleepwear when I hear someone entering the house. It could be Namjoon, but it could also be fucking Jiwon. I make my way into the kitchen for some water, when in reality I'm just nosey. To my displeasure, I'm met with Jiwon meeting me there.

"What are you doing here?" She spits at me with venom in her voice.

"I'm here with your children. This is my job, after all." I shrug.

"This is all your fault." She is quick to point the finger.

I laugh humorlessly while getting me a glass of water in her kitchen. "I'm curious as to why you think that. Please continue."

She gets dangerously close to me & my grip on the glass tightens as I sip. If I have to throw water in a bitch's face, I will.

"You told Namjoon. I know you did."

"I didn't tell him anything. He knows." I set my empty glass down. "He's always known. Apparently, you aren't good at covering your tracks."

"Bullshit. You wouldn't come back over here for any other reason."

I laugh again. This woman has got to be an idiot. Why wouldn't I show up to my job? My only source of income? Not to mention, I love those kids as if they could be my own. I would never just stop showing up.

"No, I call bullshit on you, Jiwon. Telling Namjoon I quit? Really? After all I do for these kids? And sending me a text from his phone? Do you really think I wouldn't catch on? So what, haven't been able to see your lil' side piece since apparently you've been here with the kids? Or was that a lie as well? I know Namjoon has been here more than you." My mind is all over the place and I can't keep up with anything that's coming out of my mouth as I try to keep this bitch in her place. "Maybe if you spent more time with your fucking amazing kids and outstanding husband, then you wouldn't need to go fuck someone else & get knocked up out of wedlock."

I feel the palm of her hand sting my cheek and it takes every bone in my body to not choke her ass on the spot. Think of Namjoon and the kids.

"You know nothing about me, you bitch. You don't know what stresses I go through and you don't know what I have going on the with my fiance."

"Listen to yourself!" I yell out in frustration. "You're married to an incredible CEO but engaged to a scumbag who can't even respect a marriage!? Are you dumb or are you fucking stupid!?"

I feel my hair being pulled and next thing I know, we're on the floor. I kick at her, connecting with her left breast and catching her off guard. I want to end this woman right here, but I can't go to jail for killing a pregnant woman. Somehow managing to get on top, I wrap my hands around her throat as I speak to her as calmly as I can to piss her off.

"Get yourself together, Jiwon. We're on the fucking floor fighting because you're mad you got caught up. Do Namjoon a favor and just leave. You've done so much damage and he's heartbroken enough."

I loosen my grip on her and stand up, moving to the other side of the kitchen. She stands quickly, holding onto her neck with tears streaming down her face. "Fuck you!"

Namjoon runs into the kitchen and my eyes widen. He must've just gotten here. "What the hell is going on in here?"

"Namjoon," Jiwon cries as she tries to grab for him but he steps back. She cries more and I roll my eyes. "Please, listen to me."

"No, you're going to listen to me for once." Namjoon says sternly and I straighten my posture. This isn't a voice I've heard before. "I loved you, Jiwon. More than anything in this world. I gave you everything, but you didn't give me everything."

"Namjoon, I-"

"Shut the fuck up and let me finish!" We both flinch as Namjoon yells. "Goddammit, Jiwon. The least you can do is give me some kind of respect and let me speak. Now, answer me this: Why don't you love me anymore?"

It's so silent in the kitchen, it's almost frightening. And with that silence, I can just hear Namjoon's heart breaking even more. She isn't answering his question. He nods, sniffling and wiping away tears that escaped. "Your silence is answer enough. I don't care what you do, who you do it with, and who's baby you have. I hope you and your fiancé live happily. You can have this house, you can have the cars, and I'll give you whatever money. You can have it. Take it. I don't want it. But you will not get the business and the kids."

My heart is thumping so hard in my chest. I'm so happy that Namjoon finally got a chance to say this to her face. He seems so relieved after saying it. Jiwon's face has gone pale, tear stains dried on her face. I don't know what to say or do. I can't even function properly to move my body toward Namjoon at this very moment.

"But tonight?" Namjoon breaks the silence once again. "You're leaving. The kids don't need to be woken up this late. So leave, Ji. Go to him. I'll text you when I have our things moved out."

Without another word, Jiwon makes her way out of the house. Once the door clicks shut, I release a breath I had no idea I was holding. In my mind, I felt that the tension would disappear once she left but it's still so heavy. I don't waste any time rushing over to Namjoon and wrapping my arms around him. What's left of my heart is officially broken once he lets out heavy sobs onto my shoulder. He really loves her, even still. Only a man who loves someone would break down this way.

"Namjoon,"

"She's gone." He hiccups. "She's really gone."

"I'm so sorry."

"What does this Theo guy have that I don't?" I don't answer as I just let him vent. "What is he giving my wife that I'm not? I give her my time. I give her the money we make. I give her me. What else am I not giving her?"

I can't stop the few tears that trickle from my eyes. What did Namjoon do to deserve this? I'm doing my best to comfort him in this hug, but there's only so much that can be done to help mend a broken heart.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask softly, holding him like it's my job.

He pulls away from me and I'm breathless when his hands cup my cheeks and he looks at me. His eyes tell his story. They tell a story of heartbreak and having to accept it. They tell of the stresses he'll face raising his children alone. They tell of a man who's been defeated, but will rise even stronger on his own. I can't look away from this strong man.

Namjoon sighs, swallowing hard while searching my eyes for something. I don't know what he sees, but its enough for me to see him visibly relax. "Just stay with me tonight. I don't think I can do this alone. I know you're here for the kids, but I could really use a friend right about now."

I nod, hoping to help ease his mind a little more. "Of course. I think I have nice shoulders to cry on and awesome ears."

I manage to get a nice chuckle out of him before he kisses my cheek softly as makes his way to his bedroom. I hold onto my cheek, smiling to myself like a teenage girl. I'm trying not to think about it much but with everything he's been through recently, I'm just happy he's got no love lost in his heart in general.

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Is this all over the place? This feels all over the place. It's supposed to be to some extent but it's not supposed to be so crazy to the point its like huh? Gosh, I feel like I could've done better 😩 I promise I'll do better in the next chapter 🥺 I love you guys!

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