Prologue
“LEAVE!” Taehyung yelled at Y/N.
You flinched trying not to break into tears.
“You had sex with him?” He asked his eyes daggers into your soul.
“Taehyung...” That’s what you had been able to say out of your mouth and he was getting sick of it.
“I CANT LIVE WITH A LIAR AND A CHEATER WHO SLEEPS WITH MY VERY OWN BEST FRIEND!” He yelled, tears stung in his eyes.
“Taehyung please, I’m so sorry,” You dropped to the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Leave,” He croaked as he pointed to the door, “I don’t want to see you ever again,” He said.
You looked at him with wide eyes and gripped onto his leg, begging him to trust you.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Look at the pictures! Just look at it! And tell me if that isn’t you!” He yelled and you sobbed slightly.
You didn’t know what to say so you kept quiet but it was fake. The pictures were all fake. You didn’t seduce his best friend, Jinyoung, in those pictures.
Thus you had to shut your mouth because of Jinyoung since you had a deal with him as it was all for Taehyung’s safety.
Right now, she could just hope that Taehyung wouldn’t throw her out of the house and make her live with that bastard.
“You’re a slut,” Taehyung looked down at her with a disgust look.
“I love you so much and this is how you treat me! Please just admit it and say it’s fake,” He groaned while tears starting to flow down his cheeks.
“Taehyung,” Your voice came out broken.
“Who am i kidding! The pictures are fake and you’re not even trying to reason with me!”
“Taehyung please, I love you! don’t kick me out-”
“Then tell me if it was all just rumours, tell me that you didn’t have sex with him, tell me everything is fake,” He leaned down, gripping your shoulders.
You bit your bottom lip as Taehyung waited for your response, “Right... just fucking leave the house already,” He cursed, his eyes turned bitter as he let go of you harshly.
You grabbed onto his wrist and he yanked your hands away, “Dont touch me,” He said through gritted teeth before leaving you alone in the living room.
You clenched your jaw, wiping the tears before being yelled at again, “Take your things and never set foot in my house ever again!” He threw your things all over the floor before slamming his bedroom door shut.
Y/N sobbed as you went down to pick up all your things, putting it on the luggage set up for you at the doorway.
That’s how they both got divorced , the one perfect relationship turned toxic and you swore you wouldn’t want to meet him ever again.
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