Chapter 6

The oozing disdain is undeniable, and I hate myself for doing this, but he doesn’t understand what goes on inside me. How I feel, how much it still hurts even if it was my fault. That I’m screaming inside while the outer shell is a blank and emotional heartless bitch who lives only to make money. That I was pushed and molded and coerced and left Sohla Kim, the girl far behind, so long ago, to be able to take a step day after day to continue living. The same way he did when his father passed away after abusing alcohol and destroying his marriage for years after losing my father.

“Do you have a right?” He stays with his eyes on the report, his chest a little more noticeably heaving with his breaths but nothing else shows. A cutting question slipping out of that immaculate icy exterior.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I spit venomously, my tone instantly hostile, triggered by his words and stung by his ability to cut me down with so few of them. All these years, it’s always