“He doesn’t want your tea, Mom. He wants you to look at me and see a liar. He wants to isolate me so completely that the one person I trust thinks I’m the villain. That’s not pity. That’s strategy .”
The corruption deepened slowly, like root rot.
That night, Yuna and I planted new irises. She didn’t apologize—she didn’t have to. She just said, “Next time, show me the scar sooner.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna
It started a month ago under the guise of "tutoring." Leo had run into Yuna at a school fundraiser—an event he surely knew she was attending. With his practiced charm, he convinced her that he wanted to mentor me, claiming he felt "guilty" that we had drifted apart.
The air in our kitchen had changed. It used to smell like cinnamon and the lemon floor wax my mother, Yuna, insisted on using every Saturday. Now, it smelled like expensive cologne and deception. “He doesn’t want your tea, Mom
The next day, Derek showed up with a potted orchid. “For you, Mrs. Park. Thought we could plant it together.”
Over the next few weeks, Kai became a fixture. He volunteered to help Yuna with the gardening; he offered to drive her to her doctor’s appointments when Leo was stuck at practice. He was polite, attentive, and helpful. That’s not pity
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I stood in the hallway, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Through the crack in the door, I could see them. There was Yuna, my mother, her face soft and unsuspecting as she laughed at a joke. And there, sitting at our small oak table as if he owned the lease, was Leo.