The study was empty now.
The door had closed behind his father long ago… but the weight of his words hadn't left.
Mo Han stood in the dim light, shoulders slack, tie loosened, his reflection staring back at him from the darkened glass.
Unfamiliar.
Unsettled.
"She was never yours to begin with."
The words echoed again.
And again.
And again.
Mo Han let out a breath, running his hands over his face, trying to steady the storm inside him. But it didn't settle.
It only shifted.
Because now...
It wasn't just guilt.
It was something else.
Something… off.
His mind drifted.
Back.
Further than tonight.
Further than the deal.
Further than the choice he failed to make.
Ji Eun.
He had always thought he understood their story.
Childhood friends.
Someone he protected.
Someone who clung to him.
Someone who depended on him.
But now...
For the first time, a doubt crept in.
Low.
Unwelcome.
Persistent.
Was it always me?