Chapter 21

His words are a slicing weapon as photographs fall onto my lap, and I sit staring at the haphazard pile, unable to pick them up as I’m frozen in posture. My eyes glued to the assault before me.

Pictures of Jyeon walking hand in hand, hugging, cuddling up, and smiling at this bitch. All manner of locations, making it very clear she’s not just a business acquaintance. I start trembling and finally pick them up one by one, blankly staring at each before carefully placing it back on my lap in a neat pile, yet I can barely breathe. My outward calmness doesn’t match my inner chaos, and tears prick my eyes as each one gets more challenging to keep still from my vibrating fingers.

I stop at a picture of them kissing in his car, and it hurts like a gunshot to my chest. Taken from a distance, but it’s unmistakably him. His hands are in her hair as they passionately make out, and I close my eyes and lay it down to blot them out. Trying hard to keep a handle on my body and emotions,