Post this chapter again, because I accidentally deleted this.
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The penthouse greet me with silence as the sound of my foot echoes against the marble floor. Just before I can get to the foyer of the living room, my phone rings breaking the stillness and quiet of the house.
Dumping my briefcase, I fist out the phone to see my mother's name flashing across the screen. I pick as I slouch on the sofa. "Mom?"
"Are you home yet?" She asks with a concerned tone making me wonder what could be wrong. Our relationship over the years has gone from bad to worse to good. When my father died, she wanted me to take over his company, which I did. I did everything she wanted. Including my choice of study, my university and even marrying Jisoo. And when i divorce Jisoo, our relationship became worse. We fought each time we met.
"The weather forecast says it's going to rain tonight. I just wanted to know if you are back home or not?"
"I'm home, don't worry about me." I reply with a smile, thankful for her concern. She always does this even when I tell her not to.
I have pneumonia. The trouble comes wherever it rains and a tiny drop of rain touches my skin. I can't remember the last time I let the rain touch me. I always tell her this. Even if it rains before I leave the office, I will surely use an umbrella. When she falls silent after the show of concern, it dawns on me that she is definitely calling for something else.
"Are you free to talk?" She finally questions me, making me sit upright in anticipation.
"Yes mom, is everything okay? Do you want me to come over?"
"No. It's about Jisoo. Have you guys been talking?" I sigh heavily at this.
"No. She is still pretending to be someone else." She remains silent again.
"Could she be someone else?" She spells our the possibility that Jisoo might indeed be Veronica. If she had told me this a week ago. I would have assumed the same with a large percentage, but ever since that day at the restaurant where our fingers touched. I knew it was her. I would never react to a stranger that way.
It was Jisoo.
"I'm not sure. I am still making my findings." I mutter a lie down as not to raise her hopes high.
"Do you think I should talk to her? She is my child. I'm sure she would tell me the truth, she can't lie to my face for the second time. I have a way of forcing the truth out of her, Jungkook."
"No mom!" I firmly deny, fear jumps into me. She can't force her to speak the truth. If she does, I might never see her again. She might just disappear just like she did four years ago.
"Alright!" She murmurs sadly making something tug in my heart. If not for anything else, for my mother's sake I would ask Jisoo for forgiveness. She means a lot to my mother, and having her back will be her happiness. I feel guilty all of a sudden again.
