"I missed this," Yoongi murmured in his hoarse voice, his warm breath tickling my ear. We laid in bed together, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the room as a newly launched K-drama played in the background.

I nestled my head on his chest, finding solace in his familiar heartbeat, while he gently stroked my hair. "I missed this more than you," I replied, my voice filled with sincerity, tightening my embrace around him.

Finally, after enduring three to four long weeks of separation, I had the entire day to spend with my husband. I trailed my fingers lightly across his chest, savoring the deep sense of peace that settled within my mind.

"Sorry, I was just too occupied with work. These new clients are nothing but a pain in the ass," he grumbled, briefly glancing at his phone. I reached over and lowered the volume of the TV. "Even more annoying than me?" I teased, a playful smile dancing on my lips.

"Who said you're annoying, hm?" Yoongi leaned in, planting a tender kiss on my forehead before setting aside his phone, his attention now fully focused on the screen before us. My eyes softened as I noticed the visible weight of stress etched across his features. His work at the office seemed to be taking its toll on him, lacking any sympathy.

"You said it yourself once when we had a quarrel!" I playfully flicked his chest, and he scrunched his nose in response. "I am sorry, baby, but that was long ago," he reassured me, pulling me even closer into his arms. "You're not annoying at all."

I was about to respond, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted our moment. I paused the show, reluctantly leaving the comfort of the bed, and made my way to the door to see who had come to visit.

Upon opening the door, I was met with the presence of a pregnant woman carrying luggage, her voice jolting me from my thoughts. "Does Min Yoongi still live here?" Her question caught me off guard, and my brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of this unfamiliar situation.

Just as I was about to inquire about her identity, Yoongi appeared, stepping into the scene. "Somi?" His voice carried a mix of surprise and concern. Without hesitation, she dropped her luggage and rushed into his arms, crying uncontrollably. I stood there, my mouth agape, as she clung to my husband, completely disregarding my presence.

I had expected Yoongi to push her away, to establish boundaries, but instead, he awkwardly waited for her to finish her emotional outburst. I scoffed audibly, clearly expressing my discontent, and finally caught his attention. I mouthed the question, "What is going on?" to him, but he simply gestured that everything was fine.

"Oh God, Yoongi, I'm devastated!" Somi managed to speak between sobs, attempting to wipe away her tears, which seemed relentless. Yoongi guided her to sit comfortably on the couch and observed her small baby bump, patiently waiting for her to regain her composure.

"Y/n, please bring Somi's luggage inside," Yoongi pointed towards the purple bags still lying by the front door. Reluctantly, I made my way to her belongings and brought them inside, my mind swirling with questions. Was she going to stay with us?

"And please, get her a glass of water," Yoongi added. I stared at him blankly for a moment before complying with his request. I felt invisible in my own home. All I wanted was an introduction, to be acknowledged, and not witness my husband allowing a stranger to embrace him.

"Yoongi, I..." Somi sighed, rubbing her face with her hands, a sense of resignation evident in her actions. "I am seven months pregnant," she looked deeply into Yoongi's eyes, "with your baby."

My jaw dropped as a rush of coldness engulfed my hands and feet. His baby? He was going to be a father to someone else's child? They were going to be parents? A flood of questions overwhelmed my thoughts in that moment.

"Oh my God, Somi, are you okay? Did your parents find out?" My heart shattered at his words and actions. His empathy towards her pierced me with discomfort and sorrow. In that moment, I questioned my own existence.

"Yoongi, I found out about my pregnancy two months ago. I managed to hide it all this time. You were the only person I could turn to, but I heard that you married someone else," her gaze shifted to meet mine, "I chose not to involve you. But..."

A single tear fell from her eyes, her voice cracking with emotion, "I mustered the courage to finally tell my parents. It was the worst decision I've ever made." She began sobbing again, "They wanted me to abort this child." My heart ached for her, yet I felt a profound despair of my own.

Yoongi pulled her into a hug, his face filled with distress. His concern was genuine, but it tore at my heart. Yes, it was his child after all.

She was the one who pulled away from the embrace. Why Yoongi?

"All I'm asking for is a place to live and some financial support until this child is born," she pleaded, folding her hands in front of us. She glanced at me with teary eyes, "Please, help me."

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As I returned to the dinner table, the laughter ceased, and I couldn't help but feel a bitter pang in my chest. I forced a smile, trying to mask the unease and sense of exclusion that lingered in the room.

I served Somi some more rice and turned around to walk back to the kitchen but that's when I felt a warm grasp on my wrist. Turning around, I saw Somi's smiling face, but this time, it felt more like a facade. Her smile held a hint of something colder, as if hiding a calculated intention.

"Thank you so much for everything, Y/n," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Despite my attempts to reciprocate with a smile, a sadness welled up within me, making it difficult to mask my true feelings.

As I stepped away, my heart grew heavy with each passing moment. The sounds of their laughter and joyful conversation echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of their connection, while I remained on the periphery, a mere spectator in my own home. It felt as though they deliberately excluded me, intentionally shutting me out from the bond they shared.

With a bitter smile, I approached the table, my presence casting a shadow over the atmosphere. The laughter died down abruptly, replaced by an uncomfortable silence. I could feel their eyes on me, their gazes laden with a mixture of pity and indifference.

In that moment, I realized the painful truth-I was an outsider, an unwanted presence between two lovers. My heart ached with the weight of isolation, as if I had inadvertently become the antagonist in a tragic story. The realization of being the villain in my own home consumed me, filling my soul with sorrow and despair.

With a heavy heart, I forced myself to speak, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?" I managed to utter, my words tinged with a profound sadness.

Their responses were terse, their eyes avoiding mine. It was a painful reminder of the divide that had formed, and my efforts to bridge that gap seemed futile. In that moment, I accepted the harsh reality-I was an unwelcome presence in their world.

As I retreated to the solace of the kitchen, tears welled up in my eyes, their silent cascades mirroring the ache in my heart. I knew I had to confront my emotions, find solace within myself, and perhaps make peace with the role I unwittingly played in their narrative.

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"Yoongi, this doesn't feel right. You were kissing and caressing her tummy!" I cried out to Yoongi, who was busy getting dressed in front of the mirror, preparing for his day at the office. It was the perfect moment to confront him, to finally address the feelings that had been tormenting me. This was my chance, away from the distractions of work or Somi.

Yoongi turned around, his face contorted with anger as he clenched his teeth. "Y/n, for God's sake, I have our child in there," he snapped, his voice laced with frustration. "It's called showering affection."

I scoffed, feeling the weight of disappointment settling within me. It was clear that Yoongi was unwilling to acknowledge the pain and betrayal I felt. Walking away, I realized that arguing with him would be futile. My hope for understanding and empathy had been in vain.

As I unlocked the door to our room, I was taken aback to find Somi standing there, looking startled. Raising an eyebrow, I questioned her presence. Her chuckle came out nervously as she replied, "I was just letting you know that I'm gonna head out for a stroll. You know, it's a little suffocating inside."

I knew her game all too well. It was clear that she had been working on manipulating the situation to her advantage. Without uttering a word in response, I turned away and left. Engaging in further confrontation or playing into her hands would only exacerbate the pain that already consumed me.

As I walked away, a mix of anger, hurt, and sadness enveloped me. The betrayal I felt from both Yoongi and Somi cut deep, leaving scars on my heart. It was a bitter realization that the trust I had placed in them had been shattered, and the foundation of our relationship had crumbled. I knew I had to find a way to heal, to reclaim my sense of self, and move forward from this painful chapter in my life.

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I answered the call from my Aunt, greeted by her cheerful tone. "Hey Aunty, how's it going?" I asked, curious about her excitement.

"No, Y/n, quit all that! You tell me, how's the preparation taking off?" she responded, her voice filled with amusement. Her laughter echoed through the line, leaving me puzzled about what she was referring to.

"Preparation? For what?" I inquired, trying to make sense of her words.

"Oh, come on, now don't act so ignorant," she continued, her voice filled with anticipation. "I know we're getting a mini version of you very soon."

My heart skipped a beat as anxiety coursed through my veins. "I am not pregnant, Aunty. What do you mean?" I stammered, desperately seeking clarification.

"You cunning little liar," she teased, her laughter intensifying. "I saw you and your groom outside his office the other day. And oh, of course, I caught a glimpse of your huge bump too!"

The phone slipped from my trembling hand, crashing to the floor as my mind raced to process her words. They have been meeting outside secretly now? The revelation pierced my heart like a thousand shards of glass, leaving me overwhelmed with a mix of disbelief, betrayal, and anger.

A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions engulfed me. How could they do this? The person I loved and trusted had been concealing a relationship with someone else. The weight of their betrayal pressed heavily upon my shoulders, shattering the foundation of our union.

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Today was Sunday, a day that held the promise of having Yoongi all to myself after what felt like an eternity. Holding a bag of groceries in my hand, I stood on the pavement and rang the doorbell of our house, eagerly anticipating his presence.

However, after waiting for what felt like an eternity, there was no response. I rang the doorbell again, twice this time, but still, silence greeted me. I recalled that the doorbell had been malfunctioning lately, so I sighed and muttered to myself, "Nevermind, I have the spare key."

Taking out the spare key from the pocket of my brown blazer, I swiftly unlocked the main door and stepped inside. "Yoongi?" I called out, hoping for a reassuring voice to fill the silence that engulfed the house.

My footsteps echoed as I made my way further inside, but the house remained eerily quiet. Something felt amiss. Then, I heard it-a faint sound of giggling. The sound emanated from the guest room. Curiosity and unease gnawed at my insides, urging me to investigate.

Setting down the grocery bag on the dining table, I moved cautiously, tiptoeing towards the guest room. The door stood ajar, providing just enough of a gap for me to peek through. My heart raced in anticipation, unaware of the devastating truth that awaited me on the other side.

And then I saw it.

My world shattered into a million pieces as I laid eyes on the sight before me. There, in the same bed, lay my husband with another woman. The room spun, and I was overcome by a tidal wave of emotions that surged through me. It was more than pain-it was a profound ache that seared through every fiber of my being, leaving me breathless.

Looking inside, hoping for anything but what I found, had only plunged me into an abyss of eternal grief. The betrayal, the shattered trust, and the devastating realization of my broken marriage collided within me, leaving scars that would forever haunt my soul.

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