Unspoken Desire JenLisa AU

Chapter 24

Chaeyoung sat on the edge of the bed, her face buried in her trembling hands. Her mind was a storm, chaotic and merciless, replaying every moment like a torturous reel. Every piece of evidence she'd uncovered, every lie she'd believed, every promise Lisa had whispered—they all mocked her now. The betrayal cut deeper with every thought. It wasn't just her wife; it was her sister, her best friend Somi, and even Jisoo. Everyone she trusted had turned against her, orbiting around Jennie like moths to a flame.

Lisa's words haunted her. "She broke my heart once, Chae. I don't think I'll ever love anyone the way I loved her." Those words were from years ago when Lisa confided in her about her ex. Back then, Chaeyoung had held her Lisa in her arms, promising to help her heal, promising to love her enough for both of them.

But now she knew the truth. That ex, the one Lisa could never forget, the one who had shattered her heart, was Jennie. Her sister. The same woman who had smiled at her across the dinner table, the same woman who had been nothing but warm and welcoming during their reunion, the same woman she'd allowed into her life. Jennie had played her perfectly, weaving a web of deceit so intricate that Chaeyoung hadn't even noticed until she was ensnared.

Her chest ached, and the weight of her tears was unbearable. She cried, not just for the betrayal but for the love she had given so freely, so earnestly, only to have it trampled on. Her sobs grew louder, filling the empty house as she clutched at her chest, feeling like her heart might burst from the sheer pain of it all.

But as the hours dragged on, her tears began to dry, replaced by something darker. Anger. Resentment. Loathing—not just for Lisa and Jennie but for herself.

How could I have been so blind? she thought bitterly. So trusting, so stupid? She had always been the one to forgive, to smooth things over, to make everyone happy. And where had that gotten her? Left in ruins, betrayed by the two people she loved most.

The thought of Jennie—pregnant with Lisa's child—sent a fresh wave of nausea through her. It was the final nail in the coffin of her marriage. There was no saving it now, no chance to rebuild what had been shattered. But the idea of Jennie, smug and victorious, building a life with Lisa, was unbearable.

She stood abruptly, her movements sharp and determined, and began packing her clothes into a suitcase. Each item she folded felt like an act of defiance, a declaration that she would not crumble. But the tears wouldn't stop. They streamed down her face, hot and relentless, mocking her resolve.

"Stop crying!" she hissed to herself, slamming her fist against the edge of the bed. "Stop being so weak!"

But the tears wouldn't obey. They kept coming, a relentless reminder of the love she'd lost, the betrayal she couldn't escape. She hated herself for it—for still loving Lisa, for still wanting to hold onto something that was already gone.

She stared down at the half-filled suitcase, her vision blurring from the tears she hadn't realized were still falling.

No, she thought suddenly, her body trembling as anger surged through her veins. Why should I leave? This is my house, my life. They're the ones who should feel uncomfortable, not me.

Her hands slowly uncurled from the suitcase, and she straightened up, her eyes burning with newfound determination. Packing her clothes had been an act of defeat, a surrender to the overwhelming pain. But now, the idea blooming in her mind gave her something else—purpose.

I won't leave. I won't run away.

She could feel the bitterness rising, a dark, venomous thing wrapping around her broken heart. Jennie had wanted to steal everything from her—her wife, her happiness, her future. Fine. Chaeyoung would take something in return.