sprang to her feet.
“You told me those companies were for tax reporting.”
“You wanted a life here,” Shiaoza said coldly. “I gave you one.”
“You gave me a prison sentence waiting to happen.”
“You had nothing before me.”
Jang flinched.
Eleanor closed her eyes.
I had hated Jang that morning. Part of me still did.
Her cruelty had been real. Being manipulated did not erase what she had done.
But seeing my husband reduce his own sister to a tool finally revealed what I had refused to understand.
He
