I'm the daughter of the “other woman”—the girl everyone shunned and bullied.
But Kimberly was the only exception. She was my best friend, my ride-or-die through those dark teenage years.
Then some guy she liked casually called me pretty, and she lost it. She exposed my most intimate secret to everyone—the fact that I was born intersex. And then sold me off to some rich, powerful man.

Women around him came and went—some were even driven to suicide. I endured five years of pure hell.
We met again on Kimberly's wedding night.
I found her in the bridal suite, eyes dazed as she called out for her new husband… but he was busy next door with his side piece.
So I said, “Kim, let me help you.”
…
Kimberly cornered me in the office restroom.

All because some guy she liked came by the office today and casually said I looked pretty.
As the boss's precious daughter, she wanted to teach the “illegitimate child” a lesson. Everyone else conveniently disappeared.
She threw dirty water all over me, kicked me onto the wet floor and pinned me, then slapped me over and over.
“Just like your homewrecker mother—all you know how to do is seduce men!”

I clenched my jaw and stayed silent.
But she kept grinding against me unconsciously. I tried to squirm away, but it was no use. Eventually, she noticed.
She froze, scrambling off me and backing away several steps.Her face twisted in disgust.
“I almost forgot—you're a fucking freak! Neither man nor woman!”
I scrambled up and bolted.
A crowd had gathered outside the restroom, eager for the show.
My summer clothes were thin, and now they were soaked and clinging—my body's secret was on full display.
Their shocked, curious stares made me want to disappear. I ducked my head and pushed through the crowd.
But after work, Kimberly wanted to meet me in the parking garage.
Instead of heading home, I hid in the company storage room until everyone left.
I wanted to explain things to her. We'd been friends for over ten years—I didn't want some random guy to ruin that.
But the moment I stepped out of the elevator, a van door slid open. And before I could react, someone yanked me inside.
“Ah—!”
I only got one scream out before a chemical-soaked cloth covered my mouth and nose.
Everything went black.
When I woke up, I felt hands roaming my body. A voice, thick with excitement, said, “An actual hermaphrodite? This fifty grand was well spent!”
My mind was foggy, but I knew exactly what was happening.
Kimberly—my best friend—had sold me.
The man's alcohol-tinged kisses landed on my skin. “Sweetheart, you woke up just in time.”
A sharp pain shot through me, jolting me to full awareness.
The man on top of me was some middle-aged guy, his eyes full of perverted hunger.
Tears flooded out.
I never cried when the neighbors sneered that my mom was a mistress and I was a bastard.
I never cried when classmates ostracized and bullied me.
Because Kimberly always said, “Don't worry. No matter what anyone says, you'll always be the best Lee Yung to me. We'll be best friends forever.”
But now, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
The old man breathed heavily. “Why cry? Stay with me, you can have anything.”
He spent fifty grand on me—he was rich and powerful.
And the way he looked at my body—he was a pervert, but that was my chance.
My eyes sharpened. I began to move with him, no longer resisting.
A fire burned inside me. I will have revenge. I will make Kimberly regret ever being born.