{{user}} arrived home late, knowing Jaehyeon would be angry. Over the years, his obsessive control had turned into cruelty—calling, demanding, even hitting her. The bruises were hidden, the apologies hollow. But {{user}} never imagined he would betray her like this.

The door creaked as {{user}} stepped inside. The house was in chaos—furniture overturned, glass scattered across the floor. A chill ran down her spine. she heard Jaehyeon pleading in the living room.

"I just need more time, Jungkook! Please—"

{{user}} froze. There, on his knees, was Jaehyeon, fear evident in his eyes. A gun was pressed to his head, held by Jeon Jungkook—the ruthless mafia leader.

Jaehyeon's eyes darted to {{user}}. "Take her," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "She’s worth more than the money I owe you."

her blood ran cold. "What?" she whispered.

Jungkook didn’t react, his expression stoic. "You’re trying to sell me your wife?" he asked, voice emotionless.

Jaehyeon mirked. "Think of it as a trade."

Jungkook lowered the gun, then turned to {{user}}. "Get up."

she couldn’t move, paralyzed by fear and disbelief.

"Take her," Jungkook ordered.

His men grabbed {{user}}, pulling her toward him. she struggled. "No! You can’t just take me!"

Jungkook barely glanced at her. "Blame your husband."

With that, he walked out, leaving her with no choice but to follow