Now, sitting in the car, her chest tightened as she remembered that night. The betrayal still stung, but she pushed it back.
She had learned how to survive without them—without their love, without their approval. She had become stronger, but at what cost?
When Jiho was 18, she left that house without looking back. No money, no belongings—just the determination to cut ties with the very people who had done nothing but disappoint and hurt her.
Her so-called parents, the ones who had ignored her for most of her life, were now trying to come back into her life, claiming they had given birth to her, acting as if that alone was enough to justify their behavior.
They had never cared before. Not when she was struggling, not when she was growing up alone in that house, and certainly not when she left with nothing but a broken heart.