"You'll wish you never became a Kim."
Her voice still echoed inside my head like poison.
Yuna.
She wasn't just a jealous coworker. She wasn't just someone from the office who smiled too sweetly.
She was dangerous. Calculated.
And now, she knew everything.
I left the café, ignoring the stares of the staff who now bowed and murmured apologies behind my back. I didn't say a word. I didn't have the energy. My heart was racing, my hands shaking inside my coat pockets.
The sky outside had turned gray and heavy.
I walked past the long row of luxury cars and people standing in line like servants begging for a taste of class. All I wanted was to disappear.
A taxi pulled up just as I raised my hand. I slid into the back seat and whispered the address.
"To Kim Estate, please."
The driver glanced in the mirror, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. I leaned my head against the window, trying not to let the tears in my eyes fall.
