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Choi Mi cha.
She despised idols.
"You only married me for my money, you're no more than the trash I throw away." He smirked.
Started- 21/08/19
Finished- 05/01/20
It's been a week since that's happened, and I've been staying at my parent's house ever since. I gained so many text messages from people that day, I gained messages from Farther in law, Ye Jun, Seo Joon... and lastly Jung kook.
Never the less it was nice you know, spending time with my omma and appa and Minho again. I missed them all dearly. When I went home they welcomed me with open arms. This week has been hard and different, not waking up to see my husband's face anymore. My parents always questioned me out of curiosity, but they left it be once I mentioned I didn't want to talk about it.
I was watching a family with my movie and went to go grab extra popcorn from the kitchen. Then I noticed my phones buzz in my pocket. I looked at the notification it was from 'hubby🐰'. I sighed to myself, this is the seventh time he's texted me now. Out of sympathy I texted his back.
Text messages "Mi Cha?"
"What"
"Where are you? Please come back, I really miss you"
"Jung Kook you don't miss me, you miss your ex girlfriend"
"Look, Jung Kook this is the last chance you'll get. If you aren't gonna explain then I'll go"
"Wait Mi Cha! I can"
"Go on"
"Wait I need time..."
"Jung Kook, you had a week to think! I'm leaving"
"No! Please don't leave, I'm sorry"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it, I thought you loved me"
"..."
I sighed to myself as no reply occurred after my text. I am done with Jeon Jung Kook I'm moving on. I rushed to my room and grabbed the letter that I have been fiddling with for the week. That's right, it's my signed divorce letter, I've decided I'm sending this to our, no, his apartment. I've made up my mind to put this through the letter box. I shut down my phone.
The next day I had a bunch of errands to run. I went back and fourth if I should send a note to Farther in law. I did, I wanted to say thank you at the very least. "Thank you for everything" I placed the note inside the box and grasped the letter, and went to the post office.
Mid day a black, shiny car pulled over in our driveway. I recognised it, it was farther in law. I went outside the house to speak to him. "Mi Cha my darling, why'd you give me this, through THE POST! What happened?" He questioned while lowering the raised phone. "Farther in law, miane(sorry) but I want to get a divorce with your son," I said and bowed. "Why! it was all going so well, does Jung Kook know." He said disheartened. "I sent him the divorce papers this morning, but I don't know I he signed it," I replied. "Mi Cha you can do whatever makes you happy." He leaned over to my ear. "But what about your baby?" He whispered worriedly. "Miane(sorry), I'm planning to get an abortion," I said with a heavy heart. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you the grandchild you wanted, I hope your son is happy with his next partner," I said and tried my best to smile. I pictured that woman that stood in the doorway last week, with that disgusting smirk on her face. This will be the last time I ever look at you Jeon Jung Kook.
<<Time skip (4 years)>> Shit, shit, shit I'm late! I ran out my office called starshot. I work as an assistant, for the acting department. They always instruct me to do jobs like give this to the director, organise this, do that. Because of all that, I'm late! I turned on my car and started driving, it felt like I was unconsciously speeding. Then I arrived to the place I was rushing to go to. I stepped out the car and speed walked to the entrance.
A small tiny figure started running to me in tears. "Ommaa~ you're here," she said with her arms stretched out. I crouched down on my knees and opened my arms. My eyes softened to see the sight of my her crying. She came into my grasp and I hugged her tight.
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"Omma jinjja miane(seriously sorry) omma was busy today, can you forgive omma?" I said while pouting. "De(yes), she said with a big smile on her face. "Gomawo(thank you) Ara," I said and squeezed her cheeks. "Ara, say goodbye to your teachers." She raised her head from the crook of her neck and turned around, she started waving goodbye. "Cmon lets go home," I said while holding out my hand. Her small hand placed in mine and we headed to the car and went home.
Who's the little girl? She's my daughter, she's the child that I had decided to abort 4 years ago. But I was too much of a coward to do it. I already loved the child that was inside me, but that doesn't mean I still love him. I purely did it for that reason only.
How did I manage all these years, I was off work for 2 years. I never used the money in my bank account because someone else payed for everything I bought. He never allowed me to use my bank account, so I was still wealthy since our marriage. But that doesn't mean money lasts forever, I couldn't work as I was pregnant and couldn't go to work the next year as my baby would've still been young. I couldn't hire a babysitter either it was too pricey. So I spared every last penny and it lasted me two years.
Well not every penny, I spent unnecessary handfuls of money changing my hair colour to black from brown and buying a hair straightener to change my naturally curly/wavy hair. I didn't get a hair cut in years to change the length of my hair and let it grow out. I changed my style of clothes and makeup as well. Why did I make all these changes? because every time I looked in the mirror I felt disgusted.
Aside from that I finally applied for a job when I could put Ara into public daycare. It's been 2 more years now, and we're finally stable, Ara is finally in school as well. But being a single parent is hard as ever, this was my choice.
The only people from the past that know about Ara is my family. Everyone else doesn't know that includes him. My family was more then welcomed to support me financially, but I didn't accept and mentioned only in desperate times.
We arrived home, I gasped as I saw a familiar man's back waiting outside our front door. "Who's that omma?" Ara questioned from the back seat...
