His words finally break my silence in indignation.

"Why are you the victim in this?" I utter it steadily, quietly, as though it just dawned on me. Not meeting his eyes anymore, I sit down on the breakfast stool to give my legs a break and rest my weary body. Knowing if I walk away, he'll probably follow for the first time ever in a fight instead of leaving it alone. I can tell. He is looking to defend her and wound me, and he's like a dog with a bone if he's the one to start the fight.

"I mean, what did I do, Jyeon? From day one.... From...