Part 2 
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely dial Emily’s number.
She didn’t pick up.
Of course she didn’t — she was still at work.
I stood there on the pavement in my slippers, heart pounding, replaying every word I’d just heard.
*”You know WHY I married her.
You know exactly WHAT I need.”*
What did that mean?
What could he possibly need from my daughter?
I forced myself to go back inside.
I had to act normal.
I had to.
Joon looked up when I walked in and smiled at me — that same warm smile I’d always trusted.
“Everything okay?” he asked in English.
“Just needed some air,” I said.
But Young-ho wouldn’t meet my eyes.
He stared at the table, jaw tight, like a man waiting for something terrible to arrive.
Then Joon’s phone buzzed on the table.
He glanced at the screen and his whole body went still.
He stood up quickly.
