Page 156 of Save Me

“Your father. You had it right the first time,” I say through gritted teeth.

She nods. “He never told me about you.”

I scoff. “Of course he didn’t. But your fucker of a husband knew.” I have no reason to believe that if Park knew, she didn’t either. MiSoo might not have done anything to me directly, but she probably had her husband do it for her.

“No … I-I mean, yes,” she stutters. “Daniel knew about you. But I just found out.” She takes another insistent step toward my desk. “Nothing he did to you was because I asked him. You have to believe me.”

“Why?” I demand to know.

She gives me a small shrug. “I’m not like that. I …” She turns her head to the side. “You were the lucky one.” She turns back to face me. Her eyes are glossy.

That doesn’t stop the anger that fills my chest.

“What did you just say?” I ask through clenched teeth.

Her eyes go wide, and she quickly shakes her head. “No. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that for my father, I wasn’t a person to him. I was his possession.

“Just one more thing to make him look good. My mother, as well. I don’t know how he treated your mother, but if it’s anything like the way he treated mine …” Her voice fades.

I rise to my feet and stare at her. For years, I’ve hated her almost as much as our father and her piece of shit husband. Yet, in front of me stands a woman who, though well put together on the outside, in her eyes, shows brokenness.

“I didn’t get off lucky,” I tell her, my jaw rigid and tight.

She shakes her head. “No, you didn’t,” she replies with a sad smile. “And you didn’t deserve anything Daniel put you through all those years. I swear I didn’t know about what he did to you.”

“When did you find out?” I ask, needing to know for some reason.

“After the charity event.” She visibly swallows.

“Once the Global Group dropped Blackmon’s company, he became …” She pauses and shrugs. “Unstable, even more than usual.” She shakes her head. “He wasn’t a good man to live with before, but after that …”

She stops talking. Her sunken shoulders and demure position appear as if she’s trying to make herself as small as possible, almost invisible. As if to avoid someone’s wrath.

I know that posturing because it’s the same approach I took those years in school to avoid the bullies. It never worked.

It hits me then. She’s not an ally of Daniel Park’s. She’s one of his victims.

My anger and bitterness toward this woman begin to dissolve.

“I couldn’t stay with him any longer,” she finally says. “I’m pregnant, and I can’t let my child see …” She swallows.

“Two weeks ago, I served Daniel divorce papers through my attorney. I came here to tell you that if you need me to help or sign anything over to you regarding Father’s business, I’ll do it.”

She lifts her chin, looking directly at me for the first time.

“I don’t want anything to do with that company or Daniel ever again.”

Her tone rings true.

“I don’t want anything from that company. I never did,” I say, sliding my hand into my pocket.

The smile she gives me is tight. “I figured you would say that.” She looks around my office. “Considering everything you’ve been able to accomplish, I assumed the only thing you wanted was to get revenge.

“I just … I just wanted to tell you everything in person. If there’s anything you need from me, please reach out.”

I don’t say anything. My head is too clouded with dread to reply to her right now. MiSoo tells me something about the hotel where she’s staying for the next couple of weeks before she places the card with her contact information on my desk and then leaves.

I run my hand through my hair. My half-sister coming here to reveal what she did took guts on her part. I can’t find it in me to hate her like I once did.

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