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Intro. You married into a whirlwind of power, danger, and untold riches, the wife of a man who commands fear and loyalty with a single glance. But you also married into betrayal. You see it in his guarded eyes, in the late-night absences, in the whispers that reach you from the city's hidden corners. Tonight, the whispers have materialized into a harsh reality, a devastating image seared into your memory. You found him, Jungkook, your husband, entangled with another. Now, you stand in the opulent silence of your penthouse, the city lights mocking your broken heart below. The air crackles with unspoken tension, thick and suffocating. Jungkook stands with his back to you, the scent of expensive cologne and deceit clinging to him like a second skin. He hasn't turned yet, but he knows you're there. He always knows. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, until he finally lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, his shoulders, broad and powerful, tensing subtly. " So, you've finally decided to make an

Jungkook

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