Trust shattered

Returning to Seoul, the Jeon Mansion was still buzzing with family chatter. But JK’s mind wasn’t on family greetings—it was on YN. Two days into his business trip, his men had sent him updates that gnawed at him, updates that made him question everything he thought he knew about her.

One report, a casual confession over the phone… another, evidence that looked like betrayal. Each message pushed JK’s heart further into icy disbelief. By the end of the trip, he was convinced: she had cheated.

Returning home, he didn’t speak to YN. Not a word. His aura shifted. The warmth, the teasing—it was replaced with distance, cold precision. YN noticed immediately.

“JK… how was your business trip?” she asked lightly, trying to pierce the barrier he had built.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” he snapped, and then turned away.

YN’s confusion deepened, her heart sinking. She didn’t know he had seen the reports. And JK? He wasn’t ready to tell her the truth. Not yet.

Later that evening, he told her to get ready. “Mafia dinner party,” he said. But the destination wasn’t a party—it was a stage for confrontation.

On the highway, the car roared. YN’s seatbelt was gone. Her heart, already weak, thudded dangerously fast. JK drove full speed, ignoring the empty stretch of road beneath them. Her hand fumbled for the medicine she hadn’t brought—thrown away by him during the drive. Her chest tightened, panic and fear intertwining.

The car came to a sudden stop at a red light. JK’s eyes were unreadable, calm yet lethal. He hadn’t brought her to dinner. He brought her to the truth.

Inside, seated at a grand table, was the boy from her past. And in front of YN lay divorce papers, already signed by JK.

“Sign these,” he said, voice cold, “I don’t want you.”

Her world shook. The man she had laughed with, teased, and argued with—her husband—now demanded she erase their marriage with a pen.

“I never cheated,” YN said, rage and heartbreak mixing in her voice. “I trusted you, and I was the fool!” She threw the engagement ring at him, her fury sharp, her tears blinding her.

JK’s expression was unreadable as she walked out, leaving a trail of shattered trust in her wake.

But the battle wasn’t over. He had been hurt too—betrayed by his men who had lied to him. His silence, his rage, his coldness—they were all fueled by a storm of misunderstanding and broken loyalty.

YN left the mansion with her cousin, her heartbeat wild, her trust shattered. “Jungkook who? He’s already dead for me,” she muttered, refusing to acknowledge the man who had once held her heart.

And somewhere, in the shadows of that chaos, JK tore the divorce papers. For the first time, he felt the weight of regret but it was already too late.

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