It was getting harder to breath. It was getting harder to stand. It was getting harder to live. Soo Yun gulped and avoided Jaejoong’s teary eyes. Her hands gripped onto her dress tight enough that she can feel her nails pressed against her palm through the fabric, leaving marks. The seconds ticked by and Jaejoong wished to disappear from the ed up life he made for himself. He thought he was drained from the tears, but seeing how Soo Yun just stood there and refused to meet his eyes, the overload of emotions hit him once more.

                “Take me to her,” she finally spoke, and she sounded so monotonous.

                “W-what?” he had to ask her if he heard correctly.

                “I want to see her.” Soo Yun’s steady gaze fell onto his own and a shiver went up his spine. “Take me to her. I’m sure you know exactly where she is.”

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Jaejoong was confused and nervous. He hadn’t expected Soo Yun to want to meet the other woman. After all, she made it very clear last time that she wanted nothing to do with the other woman. But here they were, driving closer and closer to her home. Soo Yun was silent, but unlike before, a dark cold aura surrounded her and it only made Jaejoong’s palm sweaty. What was she going to do when she met the other woman? Will she cause war like normal wives who finds their cheating husband with a ? No, Jaejoong didn’t think so. There would be no hair pulling, and Jaejoong wouldn’t have enjoyed the view like other men. Soo Yun was too elegant for that, she knew her boundaries and knew not to cause a big ruckus at 11pm.

                When they parked onto the driveway of the other woman’s house, Soo Yun got out immediately as if it was normal. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t stall, she moved. The cold air embraced them as they stepped out of the vehicle, but Soo Yun felt none of this. Her heart was already iced shut. Her mind, racing a thousand miles before, has stopped.

                She walked right up to the steps of the other woman’s house, not even taking in how small it was and how quiet the neighborhood was. Her hand reached for the doorbell, but Jaejoong’s own cold fingers grasped hers to stop the movement. She froze before turning to him.

                “What are you going to do?” he asked. He was worried and all of a sudden doubting about what was soon going to happen. Her bold actions started to make him question if she will murder the other woman.

                “I just want to talk,” she replied. There were no emotions in her voice and face features. This was starting to scare Jaejoong. She wasn’t reacting to anything at all. Other wives would’ve screamed at the top of their lungs, would’ve thrown a tantrum, would’ve acted like she did earlier in the day before the wedding. But no, she seemed different now. She seemed so far out of this world that he wouldn’t be able to catch her back.

                But to Soo Yun, she wasn’t anywhere but here. For once her mind didn’t run to what if’s and whys, she was here, deep in her own body and mind. She locked herself in her dungeon and was crying her heart out, refusing to let anybody see how much she was bleeding until she was alone to bandage herself up.

                “Just talk, okay?” He wasn’t protecting the other woman, he just didn’t want his wife to have a record in the police department.

                “Of course,” she replied robotically again, and with a sigh Jaejoong released her hand and she pressed the doorbell. It was late, but Soo Yun was sure that the other woman wasn’t asleep yet due to the fact that her body has conceived a bastard and she was probably freaking out.

                The door swung open and the woman on the other side dropped her jaw. Just the image of seeing the wife of the man she’d been banging on her doorstep scared the daylights out of her. She didn’t know what to do and just continued to stand there. She wasn’t sure if she should slam the door and make a run out of the country or slump to the floor, crying her eyes out. Jaejoong didn’t give her any signs of help as he turned the other way and took in a deep breath. Soo Yun stuck out a hand and pressed it against the door, pushing it open farther. “May we come in?” she asked coldly, and without a response from the shaken woman, she took the liberty to walk in herself.

                Soo Yun, as she paced the small house, noted the bare cream colored walls, the single couch, and the crowded kitchen table next to it. There weren’t many pictures in the house and barely any room for three people to stand in the living room. Was this was the place Kim Jaejoong came to every Thursday nights, or did they usually go to a fancy hotel?

                Soo Yun took a seat on the couch and glanced at the two people who were inspecting her every move, as if she’ll unleash herself and attack the both of them like a tiger hungry for revenge. She nodded towards the dining chair, suggesting that they should sit before her, face to face. The other woman obediently followed her orders quickly and pulled out a chair to sit on. She sat with her legs tightly together and her fists on her knees, like a mother was going to scold her, a child. Jaejoong, just awkwardly stood in between them, not sure if he should join his wife on the couch because he was on her side or sit by the other woman because Soo Yun was the superior in this room at the moment and she was going to lecture the both of them. Soo Yun quickly glanced at him and then next to the other woman, telling him exactly what he should do. He obeyed quietly, pulling up another