Jungkook was fast asleep beside me, his breath steady and soft. He had just returned from a long business trip out of town, exhaustion evident in every line of his face. I wanted to stay. To curl into him and forget the storm brewing in my chest. But I couldn't.

I slid out of bed carefully, grabbed a sticky note from the drawer, and scribbled a quick message: "Going to meet a friend. I'll be back by 8. Don't worry - love you."

Keys in hand, I stepped out into the quiet air of the evening and started the car. The GPS was already set for the police station.

Ten minutes later, I was there.

The moment I stepped out of the car, a foul scent hit me-metallic, like blood and dust, mixed with something burnt. The air felt heavy with secrets. The station buzzed with the chaotic rhythm of crime-shackles clanging, officers barking orders, typewriters clicking, and pens scraping across paperwork.

I paused, suddenly unsure.

"Hello?" someone called.

I turned to see a young officer walking toward me with a polite wave.

"Hi," I replied, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're here to see Officer Min? Are you Mrs. Jeon? Y/N Jeon Jungkook?"

"Yes."

"He's been expecting you. This way."

He led me through a maze of buzzing corridors and knocked on a door labeled "204 - Officer Min Yoongi."

A sharp voice replied from the other side. "Come in."

The officer pushed the door open. Inside, a man in a pressed navy-blue uniform sat behind a glass-topped desk. His leather chair-an elegant Herman Miller Cosm-creaked as he shifted. His cap rested precisely on one corner of the table. His head was bent over a thick case file labeled with a bold black 204.

"Officer Min, Mrs. Jeon is here."

Yoongi looked up slowly, his eyes locking with mine. Cold. Sharp. Calculating.

He closed the file and gestured for me to sit.

"You can leave," he told the younger officer.

I placed my satchel on the chair beside me and sat across from him.

"So," he said, removing his round spectacles and placing them on the file. "What do you want to know?"

I hesitated, my voice almost lost. "Suyeon... Kim Suyeon. Her case."

I hated how small I sounded.

Yoongi watched me for a beat too long before standing. "Technically, it's illegal to disclose this. But you're his wife. You deserve to know the truth."

He dusted off his sleeves, walked over to a large iron locker, and retrieved another thick file. The metal groaned as he opened the locker. My stomach twisted.

He returned, set the file down, and opened it.

I froze.

Photos spilled out. Crime scenes soaked in blood. Jungkook's bodyguards firing guns in public. Jungkook himself-caught mid-conversation with high-ranking syndicate members. And then... images I didn't want to process. Evidence from Suyeon's case. Her lifeless body. Bruises. Blood.

"What... what is this?" I whispered, recoiling.

"See for yourself," Yoongi said, his voice sharp as broken glass. "Your husband isn't who you think he is."

I looked up at him, my hands trembling.

"And about Suyeon-" he continued, his words ice-cold, "Jungkook was accused of her rape and murder."

The world stopped spinning.

My heart crashed somewhere in my ribs. "Accused?" I choked. "What do you mean accused?"

Yoongi's eyes didn't waver. "Exactly what I said. He was never convicted. The case was buried-sealed by someone with influence. But the accusation was real."

"You're lying," I snapped, my voice shaking as I rose from the chair. My fists clenched tightly at my sides. "You... you don't have any proof!"

But even as the words left my lips, I knew I sounded like a fool. The file lay open on the table-pictures, documents, witness reports-truths printed in ink, stained in blood. I couldn't breathe. My vision blurred, not from fear, but from disbelief. This couldn't be real. Jungkook couldn't have... he wouldn't...

"It's your choice to believe it or not," Officer Min replied coolly, snapping the file shut. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his sharp gaze leveling with mine. "But I told you the truth."

I looked into his eyes. They weren't filled with hatred or malice-just cold certainty. That somehow made it worse. I blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears from falling, but one still slipped down my cheek.

"You can leave now, Mrs. Jeon Jungkook," he said, his voice low and deliberate, each syllable like a dagger. He emphasized the last part like it was a curse. Like being Jungkook's wife was the worst crime of all.

I grabbed my satchel, fumbling with the strap, and practically ran out of that suffocating room. Every step out of that station felt heavier, like chains were being wrapped around my ankles. My heart thundered in my chest, but I couldn't cry. Not yet. Not here.

Once I was in the car, I stared at the steering wheel. My hands trembled.

Should I confront him?

But I couldn't. I was too overwhelmed. Why? Why did life always have to choose me to suffer? First Junghyun. He left me. My fiancé, the man I trusted with my heart-he disappeared on our wedding day without a word. And now Jungkook, my husband, the man I gave everything to-how could he...?

My chest ached. He raped Suyeon? Killed her? The images in that file seared into my brain. And suddenly, everything started spinning.

Then, my phone rang.

The name on the caller ID hit me like a slap.

Jeon Junghyun.

I stared at the screen in disbelief.

How dare he call me now?

But something inside me-a small, broken piece-wanted answers. I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Hello?"

His voice was the same, but heavier-coated in guilt, and oddly... smug.

"So, now you believe my words?"

I went silent. I had no strength to argue. My silence was the only thing I could offer.

"Y/N?" he called again, "Are you there?"

Still, I said nothing. My lips quivered.

"Fine," he continued, "I know you're crying. But let me tell you something. One last thing."

He paused, then whispered, "I never ran away from the marriage, Jagi."

My breath caught.

"What do you mean?" I hissed. "You abandoned me! On our wedding day! You left me humiliated, betrayed! And now you call me Jagi?" My voice cracked, fury replacing the heartbreak. "You ran from me, Junghyun!"

"No," he said, his voice steadying as if he'd been waiting years to explain. "Jungkook kidnapped me."

I froze. "What?" I laughed bitterly, hollow and dry. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"I'm serious!" he shouted, desperation spilling through the line. "He kidnapped me, Y/N. Locked me up in one of his underground facilities. I tried to escape so many times... but I couldn't. He watched everything. Controlled everything."

I slammed the brakes, my heart pounding, knuckles white against the steering wheel. "Junghyun, stop this bullshit. This is not some goddamn drama-"

"Y/N," he cut me off. His voice cracked. "He hated me. Always did. Suyeon... she didn't love Jungkook. She loved me."

I was quiet. My throat closed up.

"She and I-we were together. She planned to leave everything behind and run away with me," he said, and I heard the rustle of tissues on the other end. He was crying. "But Jungkook found out. He... he said no one takes what's his."

My stomach turned.

"He raped her. Tortured her. And he killed her. I couldn't save her."

"No..." I whispered, my hand covering my mouth.

"I swear on my life," he sobbed. "And when I started healing, when I met you and fell for you, when I thought I could finally move on... he took me away from the altar. Locked me up again. Made you believe I was a coward."

"I..." My voice trembled. "Why didn't you call? Or tell someone?"

"I couldn't. He threatened to kill you. Every time I tried to escape, he sent me pictures of you-going to college, laughing with friends. Said if I moved even a muscle, you'd be next."

Tears fell freely now. I was sobbing, my body shaking as I gripped the phone to my ear.

"Y/N... he married you not because he loved you," Junghyun whispered. "He did it to punish me."

I gasped, my entire soul cracking under the weight of his words.

"He still wants to kill me," he added, his voice just a breath. "But I escaped. For you."

A/n's Perspective -

So here is the next part, I know it took me so long to write this one but the next will be out soon.

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To be continued.