Chapter 22

My heart twists in my chest as the girl moves out of the way, and Jyeon walks toward me at speed. It’s forced out as the tears start to fall, and I hate myself for breaking down and crying in front of this man after all these years.

He doesn’t know what to say, and I’m grabbed by a sudden sense of urgency that springs out of nowhere. A fury finding feet as the inner me tries to jump up and protect me from this awful gruesome reality. I turn and haul Claire towards me by grabbing a chunk of her towel robe before slapping her hard across the face so that it stings my palm and sends her flying sideways. Only I’m holding her by the collar, and I’m yanked with her and fall on top of her as I burst into tears, fueled by pain, and start to hit her in sheer reaction.

It turns into an immediate bitch fight. Wrestling, hair pulling, scratching, and slapping, she turns on me too and gives as good as she gets. I unleash all my fury and years of repressed emotions. My hatred for Jyeo