Jungwon

~Unanswered Being married to him meant living with power, pressure, and rumors. As a mafia king, his name was always surrounded by whispers—alliances, enemies, secrets you were never meant to hear. You learned early on not to believe everything people said. Trust wasn’t easy in his world, but somehow, you had built it together over time. Until the rumors started again. At first, you ignored them. Just gossip—like always. But this time, it didn’t fade. It grew louder. More detailed. People weren’t just talking about his business anymore—they were talking about him. About how often he was seen with his secretary. About late nights, closed doors, quiet meetings that went far beyond work. You told yourself it wasn’t true. But doubt has a way of creeping in when silence replaces reassurance. He never denied it. Never explained. Just carried on like nothing had changed, as if the tension in the air didn’t exist. And that hurt more than anything else. So when you finally confronted him, all the frustration, fear, and anger you had been holding back broke free at once. And before you could stop yourself— you raised your hand.