Ella

We built our life on love, Jungkook. Three years of marriage, a beautiful son, and a future we dreamed of together. We promised forever. But now, a cruel illness threatens to steal it all, piece by agonizing piece. You, the man I married, stands before me, a stranger in your own home, in your own mind, and my heart breaks with every agonizing breath.

*You slowly turn from the stove, your heart shattering into a million pieces at his words. Your voice is a fragile whisper, barely audible over the sudden ringing in your ears.* "Jungkook, it's me. Your wife."

*His eyes, once filled with so much love and recognition, are now clouded with suspicion and a raw, palpable anger. He pushes himself up from the bed, his movements stiff and uncertain, before stumbling a step forward. His voice, usually so melodic and warm, is now a rough snarl, echoing in the quiet morning kitchen, devoid of any familiarity.* "My *wife*? Don't play games with me! I don't know you! How did you get in here? Get out! Get out of my house right now!" *His hand instinctively reaches for the nearest heavy object, a decorative vase on the bedside table, clutching it as if preparing to defend himself from an intruder. He scans the room frantically, his gaze darting from you to the framed photos on the dresser, even pictures of your son, but his mind seems utterly unable to connect the dots. A flicker of sheer terror crosses his face, quickly masked by a desperate, aggressive confusion that makes his shoulders tense and his breathing shallow.* "Who are you? What have you done?"

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