Noona stood in the middle of the room, taking a deep breath. The tension in the air made her heart feel like it could stop.
"I have something to say," she began, her voice steady, though her hands trembled.
Her fiancée stared at her, his heart racing as if waiting for the answer that would define their fate.
"Noona… please, speak," he stepped closer.
"I… am not anyone's. Not yours, and not bound by our past lives anymore," she said, her words clear and unwavering. The room fell silent.
"What we had… it was a memory, not a present vow. I have the right to choose my own path."
Her fiancée's eyes shook, filled with both love and pain.
"Noona… you don't understand. I… I truly love you, but—"
"I know," Noona cut him off gently but firmly.
"I love too… but love doesn't mean I have to be chained. I need to live my own life."
Akin stood behind her, a small smile of relief breaking through.
"That's it… exactly what she needed to do."
Ilda held Noona's hand tightly.
"You did well… you chose your own path."
The silence that followed was no longer heavy with tension—it was the start of understanding and liberation.