"The thing about a broken heart is that we can't forget. Moreover, we can't either make these feelings disappear overnight."

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They'd been at this stalemate for five years. The only thing they shared together was their son, Jae Eon.

Time had been kind to Jungkook. At thirty-five, he looked even sexier. His chiseled features and confident demeanor only added to his allure. Y/n couldn't help but notice, though she tried hard to suppress the feelings stirring within her. She remembered the pain of his lies and how deeply they had hurt her. She had cut him out of her life, speaking about him only with Jae Eon. Her family had tried to get her to talk about what happened, but she couldn't bring herself to remember. That night was too painful. It was when all her fairy tales shattered and she stopped believing in love and happy endings.

Some would think she was overdramatic, turning away from all she had wanted after one bad experience. But to her, Jungkook had hurt her so badly. He'd known what she wanted, what she craved more than anything. He'd used it against her to get his own wishes and desires, and for her, she couldn't forgive that or forget. At least now, she could look at him and know this was the right decision to make. She stayed perfectly still though.

"Your office hasn't changed," she said, her voice steady but distant.

He still had the same dark oak desk. The artwork had no real meaning but was purchased to make an impression on people he had to have meetings with.

"Some things don't need to change," he said, his eyes boring into hers.

"True."

"Where's Jae Eon?" he asked.

"With Mary and Alice. He's excited to see you. They're starting a project at school, and he wants to talk to you about it." This was weird, talking to him about their son. She'd never even seen Jungkook embrace their boy. Pushing those thoughts and feelings aside, she took a deep breath.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jungkook asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "This is a surprise, you visiting me."

"I wanted to see you in person."

"You can come and see me, but I can't see you?" He leaned against the desk, arms folded, his presence filling the room. He was tall and muscular, having lost none of his traits. At least he wasn't trying to fool her with his softly spoken words. She could handle this, seeing the truth, and not the man who she'd fallen in love with. That man didn't exist. It's what she had to remind herself so many times over the years. The nice, kind Jungkook was a fake.

"You didn't stipulate in your conditions you didn't want me to visit. Before I came, I checked through your rules. I'm not breaking any of them."

"I didn't have any rules, Y/n."

"Exactly."

"Unlike you. I can't come and visit. I can't try to reconcile. I've got to keep my distance, never call, text, email. I've followed every single one of them."

"How's Lucas?" she asked, surprising him.

"Excuse me?"

"The same man for the past five years carrying a camera. You think I wasn't going to check it out myself? You've kept your distance but found a loophole in getting what you want. I've not stopped him doing his job. Don't try to make me feel guilty because I didn't want to see you," she said, her voice rising with each word.

The truth was, she didn't want to see him because it hurt too much. Even now, staring at him, she remembered the times he'd made her laugh. The love and kindness she'd experienced with him. It was all lies. Everything he offered. Everything he promised. None of it was real. She had to remember that. This was the truth. The man she faced now. The one who'd send a PI to take pictures and report back to him.

She reached into her bag. "I'm tired of this, and I hope you are as well. I've been to see my lawyer, and I know what you'd want, and I've got it all ready for you to take. Your place on the board, a percentage of the company, it's all there in black and white. All I want is a divorce."

"You're not getting a divorce." Jungkook wouldn't budge on this. Not now, not ever.

"I knew you'd be difficult, but I don't understand why." Y/n stepped closer to him, holding up the file she really thought he would take. There was no chance in hell of him ever divorcing her.He stayed perfectly still as she stepped closer to him. The lemon scent he hadn't smelled in so long came closer to him, offering him a comfort he didn't even realize he was waiting for.

"Look, I'm giving you everything you want. The board, the inheritance, everything. I'm not taking anything away from you."

"Apart from my wife," he said.

"Damn it, Jungkook, you don't care about me. You never have. The man I knew wasn't real. None of this was ever real. It was all lies that you concocted yourself. I don't have to sit here listening to any of this. I mean it. I want a divorce, and my family's lawyer has said there has been enough separation now to prove we're not compatible." She held out the file. "Please, just read and consider this."

He took the file from her, staring her in the eye, and tore it up. "Why are you being so childish?""You're my wife. You're staying my wife. I'm not negotiating terms like that, Y/n. I don't care what is written in a document or file. I have no care to know. You're mine, and it's how it will stay."

"You're being so unreasonable. You married me to get on the board. To have a partial own in my family's company. You're keeping that. You can let me go."

"So you can be with him?"

"What?"

"Yes, seeing as you know all about my PI following you around, let's talk about the fucker near my son." He folded his arms. The file was torn up on his desk. He couldn't believe she would even try to get him to divorce her. It pissed him off, but what really got on his nerves was the little asshole thinking he could play happy families with his woman and kid.

Y/n, even though she was determined not to see it, belonged to him. He wasn't giving her up, ever. She was going to realize he didn't let go, nor did he share what belonged to him. The moment she took his name and let him put a ring on her finger, she became his, and in doing so, well, there was no reason to even delve into the fact she was his.

"Are you kidding me right now? You're angry because I've got a friend?" She held onto her bag with a death grip as she glared at him. This was a side of his wife Jungkook had never seen. Not even when her family tried to dissuade her from marrying him. She was always placid, never confrontational. In a way, her innocence and naiveté had made his job even easier. She'd been looking for love and acceptance, her perfect fairy tale, and he'd gone out of his way to provide it. This woman staring back at him wasn't holding onto the hope of a happy ending. No, this woman wanted to be rid of him, and rather than find it irritating, he actually found it a real turn-on.

They both had a part of themselves they had kept hidden. He had believed for a long time Y/n wouldn't be able to handle the real him. She had wanted a fairy tale, something that didn't exist. He'd worked hard to try to bring her something close to it.

She looked sexy, with her wild blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. There was no hope or love or trying to appease him. Right now, he wanted her beneath him as he sank himself into her and had her screaming his name. Even when he claimed her virginity on their wedding night, she'd held back. She'd been reserved. The tears she'd spilled along with her virgin blood had made sure, to him, he wouldn't let her go.

"He's just a friend? Please, I've seen the way he looks at you. No guy spends time with a single woman without hoping to fuck."

"You're disgusting." She turned on her heel as if to walk away.

"You're tempted."

She got to the door and whirled around. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/n. Don't play dumb. It doesn't suit this new you. The old you, maybe."

"How could I have been so wrong about you? You're disgusting."

"You saw what you only wanted to."

"No, I saw what you wanted me to see and nothing else. It was all lies, and you're not a good man."

"Are we going to start crying because I'm a man who gets what I want?" he asked, putting on a fake pout.

She shook her head. "You always get what you want, regardless of who you hurt in the process.""I had no choice but to hurt you, but if you come to my desk, spread those pretty thighs, I can show you how not painful it really is."

She blushed, even now. He knew she'd not been with another man. He'd have put an end to any kind of relationship she ever intended to start. The ring he'd given her, he glanced down to her hand, and saw it was gone.

"Where's my ring?"

She held her hand out. "I don't wear it. I've not worn it in a long time."

His hands clenched into fists. He would have to look over the pictures his PI sent to him because this latest news he hadn't seen. He'd been so preoccupied in staring at her he'd missed the fine detail of the missing ring. 

"I want a divorce."

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 "I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body."