"She was Mr. Kim's wife." You looked at Mrs. Daisy googled-eyed as you whispered, "He... he was married already." You stammered while she looked at you with her befuddled orbs, "Yes." She muttered as you blinked your eyes a couple of times, "He was married nobody told me. I didn't expect this from you dad. I hate you. I hate you so much."

The hot liquid settled in the bottom of your eyelids as you asked, "Where... where is she now?" Mrs. Daisy's eyes held the disheartened, "She... She got into an accident while she was carrying-." She muttered but got interrupted by the bellows coming from upstairs.

"Mrs. Daisy!" You watched her eyes widened as she sprinted out of the room while you turned around taking a glance at the painting before you followed her. You stepped upwards towards his room when you heard his shouts, "Why haven't you cleaned my room? I told you to do it yesterday."

You clenched your eyes shut for a jiffy before you took a glance at the two of them as Mrs. Daisy was standing with her head gazing down at the floor and Taehyung looking at her with his hands propped over his flanks.

"I will do it again, Mr. Kim." He let out a deep sigh before striding inside his room as you heard the door sliding and closing it shut with a slam, probably walking inside the walking closet and bathroom.

Mrs. Daisy sighed as she turned around to discern you looking at her as you instantly looked away trying not to make it awkward in any way. You licked your lips trying to moist them before gazing at her back.

"Are you okay?" You asked as she nodded, "I am fine, Mrs. Kim. I have gotten used to it after Mrs. Kim is gone." She smiled sadly as her lips were pursued together while she looked down. "I will prepare breakfast." She bowed before walking down the stairs.

"He gets in a rage so fast. The way he held my wrist but... let go as soon as he did so. The way he shouts, he reminds me... of dad. Is he the same as him?" You looked inside Taehyung's room, the frame placed next to his bed on the bedside table.

You walked close to the threshold of the room and took a few steps while squinting your eyes to take a clear look at the frame, "She is the same girl, Taehyung's wife." You muttered. "They both would have loved each other so much." You gazed at the frame.

Taehyung came out of the bathroom with the Ash tinctured bathrobe swathed around his body while he stood under the nose of the mirror reflecting him, "I should stop raging my anger out." He muttered letting out a sigh leaning against the vanity with his palm balanced on the fringe.

He nodded before walking to his wardrobe, wiggling his orbs from one section to another. He stretched his hand to pick out a black suit jacket with a check print and pants. He donned himself into these and glided his feet into black polished chukka boots.

Meanwhile, you picked up the frame from the nightstand as your eyes furrowed when you scrutinized into the picture, "Her belly? She was pregnant? She had an accident while she was pregnant!?!!"

Your eyes enlarged at the thought, soon your orbs glistened with the hot liquid, "He lost her when she was carrying their baby." Your heart was hammering inside your ribcage, you could feel your throat getting dry as you gulped down a lump through. "He is hurt... to the core of his heart."

You looked at your wrist with the light pale blue marks and then at the picture frame of them. A lone tear escaped your left eye dropping into the glass of the frame before the frame was grasped and taken off from your hand.

You snapped your head to the side but in an instant you were pushed to the nearest wall behind you making you close your eyes shut while your breaths were heavy and unstable.

Opening your eyes you discerned a furious Taehyung gazing down at your visage while clutching onto the frame. The propinquity between you two was not more than a few inches.

Propping his left hand beside your head on the wall while you traced his gestures, gulping down while your chest heaved up and down and your breathings increased its pace.

"I told you to stay away." He whispered, gritting his teeth, glaring into your orbs while you looked back into his enraged eyes, "I... I didn't mean to." He slammed his palm over the wall against your head while you shuddered, clenching your eyes shut, "Stay away from me and my family." He stiffened his grip on the frame.

His orbs tracked down the hot liquid which gushed southward your cheek, moistening your already damped visage, "I...I am so sorry for your loss." You muttered while tears made their way down your cheeks.

He gazed down at a tear which slipped your eyes before his orbs looked into your eyes when he heard you again, "I am really sorry. I didn't mean to destroy the painting on which you endeavour a lot of time. I...I know it must have been close to your heart and I am really sorry for that." You stopped gazing down while closing your eyes shut.

Taehyung retreated himself away from you, breathing in a stable manner. Your tears made him reminisce about Ari, the way she cried the day when she left this world and alone let alone.

His propped hand was stretching towards your visage, his heart didn't want you to cry but he retreated, his hand hung sideways, "The more I will be near her, the more she will cry."

He placed the frame on the bedside table while you heard a muffled thud sounds making you open your eyes not feeling his fragrance nigh you.

You discerned his broad back with your blurry vision who was egressing the threshold of his room to the hallways.

You wiped off the gushed tears with the back of your hand which were prior clutching the handful of your cloth material. You looked down at the frame placed on its position.

"Taehyung..." You muttered under your breath before sauntering out of the room as you gazed at his physique walking out of the house as his frame departed.

You skipped down the stairs while Mrs. Daisy made her way out of the kitchen, "Did Mr. Kim left?" She asked with befuddlement in her orbs.

You gazed back at her with a bit of your ruddy eyes, "Yes." Mrs. Daisy sighed with her brows furrowed and eyes closed as if she was sorrowful about something, "He didn't have his lunch and now he hasn't done his breakfast." She declared looking at you while you looked at the door and then at her.

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Taehyung was sitting in his cabin when he heard a knock on the door, "Come in." He said when the glass door opened revealing his secretary, Mr. Min Yoongi, "Mr. Kim, officers are here to meet you." He declared.

Taehyung looked at him, halting all his movements he was making, "Send them in." Taehyung put his ink pen down on the file he was scribbling his sign on. "Did they find out something?" His heart resonated in his chest as he placed his elbow over his desk while intertwining his fingers together, making a fist. He rested his forehead on his fist.

The door opened, making Taehyung look up at the two physiques donned in the Navy blue suit jackets. Taehyung raised his feet from the office chair as they both walked towards him while Yoongi departed himself from the cabin, closing the door.

"Good morning, President Kim. We have got something." One of the cop declared shaking his hand with Taehyung as Taehyung answered, "Good morning, Mr. Jung!" The other cop stretched his hand with Taehyung, "Nice to meet you again, Mr. Cha. Have a seat."

Taehyung gestured to both of them to sit on the respective chairs placed across his desk, "We are here because we have found something in the case." Taehyung's inner self was getting anxious as he inhaled a deep breath leaning in towards his desk with his fingers intertwined together resting on the table.

"We have got the information about the one who was driving the car that day and hit your wife." Mr. Jung opened the file he was carrying all along and turned it to Taehyung after placing it on the table.

Taehyung scrutinized the picture attached to the papers with a paperclip, "His name is James, Thomas James. He had a prison record, he got out of jail about 3 years ago and we got the information that he is in France but we aren't able to track his location till now." Mr. Jung announced while Taehyung looked at the profile photo of Thomas James.

"Find him." Taehyung declared while Mr. Cha said, "We are doing our best, Mr. Kim." Mr. Jung licked his lips before saying, "He can't do anything alone and we have an extrasensory perception that there is somebody else behind your wife's accident."

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows at his declaration, "What do you mean?" Mr. Jung sighed as Mr. Cha continued, "We have been thinking about it for a while and it is for sure that there's someone behind it who holds a grudge with you and your family."

Taehyung let out a deep breath, "It's been three years and you are telling me that someone holds a grudge against me so he or she killed my wife and my unborn child." Taehyung slammed his fist over the desk with a light thud as he leaned back to his chair, reclining against the backrest, "Calm down, Mr. Kim." Mr. Cha said.

Raising his feet from the chair, Taehyung rested his palm over the fringe of the desk, "Officers, it's already years and my wife was murdered but her killer has been freely roaming around in other country and we are here discussing that her murderer is out there having a vacation in a country like France and who the hell told him to kill Ari. You are telling me to calm down!?!" Taehyung halted, gazing down at the two with his brows crumpled, meeting at his glabella.

Mr. Jung looked down letting out a sigh before looking up into Taehyung's orbs, "We will try our best, President Kim. We will surely catch the culprit." Mr. Jung stood up from his chair followed by Mr. Cha as Taehyung looked at them straightening his back, calming himself down.

"I am gonna trust you on this one and last time." Taehyung declared as Mr. Jung nodded with a mild smile, "By any possible chance, do you have a doubt on any one or do you have any suspect in your mind?" Taehyung shook his head, "I don't know actually. We have many business rivals but I don't think anyone can go this far."

Meanwhile, you entered inside the skyscraper, sensing the cold sensation of the air conditioner hitting your visage.

Stiffening your grip on the bag you were holding onto you sauntered towards the reception area where a lass was sitting, typing onto her keyboard, "Excuse me..." you muttered gaining her attention.