Sunlight crawled gently through silk curtains, revealing a room still scattered from a long, sleepless night.On the marble table, a cold cup of coffee waited—a symbol of a conversation postponed, a decision unspoken.Han Serin sat at the edge of the bed, her hair slightly tousled, eyes tracing her reflection on the windowpane.Not the reflection of a defeated woman, but of someone trying to understand how the world could change in just one night.
Outside, Seoul awoke again—the sound of horns, hurried footsteps, and the faint scent of rain lingering in the air.But inside that room, time seemed to stand still.She replayed everything in her mind: the hotel meeting, Jaehyun's calm gaze, and the chilling tone of his voice when he said,
"From today, you're no longer alone. But don't forget, we're not allies either."
Those words echoed louder than any headline spinning on her phone screen.Han Serin smiled faintly—bitter, but real.Perhaps this was what life after the storm felt like: no thunder, just an honesty too quiet to bear.
She stood, facing the Seoul skyline through the glass.In that reflection, she saw not who she was—but who she was becoming.No longer Han Serin, the bride left behind.But Han Serin, the woman ready to rewrite her own story—with trembling hands, and a heart that no longer trembled.