Yoongi’s POV

I needed her and I thought it would be forever.

Bullshit.

It was all bullshit, I thought as I looked up at the train's ceiling. I loved her, I still did, but it hurt me a lot to know what she had done to me. Especially with him.

I should have known better that her pretty eyes weren't only looking at my best friend, and that his eyes weren't looking at my girlfriend. They were devouring each other with their filthy eyes, and I witnessed it all…

I was even happy to see that they were getting along, the two people that I loved the most were by my side, liking each other. I was supposed to marry her next month. He had to be my best man. They were often together.

I suspected a surprise for the wedding.

I suspected everything wrong.

It all began when I introduced Kang Yoonjae to her. He eyed her from the bottom to the top and whispered into my ear that I was lucky. I simply smiled because I knew she was beautiful and kind. She had this beautiful white smile and these long lashes. We looked like a perfect couple and everyone was telling me so.

Me, a young CEO of MIN Music Entertainment, and a beautiful aspiring young actress.

She was from a poor family too, just like me. She had to climb the social ladders to be where she was. I could clearly see how she made it up there and what she had in that pretty mouth of hers. I was truly ready to give her the world and everything above the sun. I was already reaching for the stars for her, I adored her, I cherished her, I gave her anything she wanted. But apparently all that she wanted wasn't me. I wasn't enough for her. Well, she chose my best friend so I definitely wasn't enough.

From what I had seen a few days ago, I knew I wasn't enough for sure...

I was coming back from a business trip that had lasted a whole week. I was eager to see my future wife at home and to surprise her with a bouquet of a hundred red roses. I probably had the brightest smile I've ever had on my face as I began to unlock the door. But as I opened it, I heard a loud thump. Absolutely frightened that something might have happened to her, I left my bags at the entrance and ran towards our room. What I saw next was something I wished I had never seen nor experienced.

My best friend was laying on the floor, half naked, and my future wife was wrapped in the sheets, looking at me with the eyes of an innocent animal.