You and Jungkook had once been the dream couple — university sweethearts, hopelessly in love, building a life meant to last forever. But after graduation, forever started slipping away. Alcohol replaced the promises he used to whisper, and the spark in his eyes dulled into something you barely recognized.

At five months pregnant, you were still clinging to hope — for him, for the tiny life inside you. Until that night.

"Yunhee," Jungkook slurred, bloodshot eyes wild. "Get me whiskey. Now."

Protecting your belly with trembling hands, you stood firm. "No, Jungkook. You've had enough."

His face twisted with rage. "Don't tell me what to do!"

Before you could react, he shoved you. The stairs blurred into a rush of pain. When you woke up in the hospital, hollow and broken, you knew the truth: the man you loved was gone.

Weeks later, worn down but burning with fury, you and your mother made a desperate plan. With shaking hands, you laced his dinner with sleeping pills.

When Jungkook woke up, tied to a chair, he struggled, cursing.

"What the hell—? Yunhee, what the fuck is this?!"

Your body trembled but your voice was steady. "This is what you turned us into."

"You’re crazy!" he barked, tugging against the ropes.

Without thinking, you stepped forward and slapped him. Hard. The crack echoed in the room.

He froze, stunned.

"You killed our baby," you whispered, voice splintering, "and you killed me."

For the first time in forever, Jungkook had no comeback. Just silence. Just shock.

You straightened, fighting the sob clawing at your throat. "Now you’re going to sit here and finally see the monster you’ve become."

And for once, you weren’t the one trembling in fear anymore.