Jisoo had made a mistake.
She had spent years trying to bury the past.
But now—
Jennie was standing in front of her.
Asking for the truth.
And for the first time—
Jisoo realized.
If she didn't say it now—
She might never get the chance again.
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Jennie was angry.
She had stormed into Jisoo's apartment without knocking, her heart racing.
"You don't get to do that," she snapped.
Jisoo blinked. "Do what?"
Jennie glared.
"Tell me to walk away. Tell me not to come back. Like you don't care."
Jisoo swallowed hard.
"I do care."
"Then tell me the truth," Jennie demanded.
Jisoo hesitated.
Jennie took a step closer.
"Tell me why you knew my father," she whispered. "Tell me why you never told me."
Jisoo's breath caught.
Her fingers tightened into fists.
And then—
She exhaled.
And finally, she spoke.
The Past | Six Years Ago
Jisoo had been drowning.
She was young.
Alone.
Struggling to survive in a city that didn't care if she lived or died.
And then—
She met him.
Jennie's father.
He had offered her a job.
Offered her stability.
Offered her a way to stop running.
And Jisoo?
She had taken it.
She had no choice.
But she had learned—
Nothing from him came for free.
He had used her.
Manipulated her.
Made her feel like she owed him everything.
And for years—
She had believed it.
Until one day—
She finally got out.
She ran.
She disappeared.
She rebuilt her life.
But she had spent every single day terrified that he would find her again.
Because men like him?
They never let go.
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Jisoo finished speaking.
The silence that followed was heavy.
Jennie sat frozen.
Her breath was shaky.
Her eyes were wide.
Jisoo clenched her fists.
