Chapter 11: The Aftermath of Love and War.

POV: Ahn Jae-hyun (ML)

Pain throbbed through my arm, but it was nothing compared to the relief in my chest.

She was safe.

Kang Ji-ah was finally free from her mother's grip.

But as I watched the police drag her mother away, I knew… this wasn't the end.

Something in that woman's smirk told me she wasn't finished with us.

Not yet.

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The Weight of Freedom

Ji-ah stood frozen, her breath shaky.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

She had won.

But why did it feel like she had lost something, too?

I reached for her, ignoring the pain shooting through my arm.

She flinched at first.

Then, she turned to me—her eyes filled with unshed tears.

"I thought I lost you," she whispered.

I exhaled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"I told you," I murmured. "I'd die for you."

She bit her lip.

And then—she threw herself into my arms.

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A Battle Scarred But Not Broken

Seo-ah stood at a distance, watching everything unfold.

She looked torn.

Her loyalty had always been to my cousin—her husband.

But Ji-ah was her twin.

Her blood.

And in the end, she had made her choice.

When our eyes met, she nodded once.

A silent truce.

Maybe, just maybe, this war between them was finally over.

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A Bullet Between Love and Sacrifice

The paramedics arrived.

"Sir, your arm—" one of them started.

"I'm fine," I said, brushing them off.

Ji-ah shot me a glare.

"You're not fine," she snapped.

I smirked. "I will be once you stop worrying."

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

But even in her frustration, she was beautiful.

The woman I had fought for.

The woman I would fight for again and again.

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The Unfinished Story

As we left the battlefield behind, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over.

Ji-ah's mother was in custody, but she had been too calm.

Too prepared.

And then there was the truth about my past…

The identity I had taken.

The family I had betrayed.

The DNA test that would change everything.

Ji-ah squeezed my hand.

"Whatever happens next," she said softly, "we'll face it together."

I looked at her.

At the woman who had stood by my side despite everything.

And for the first time in years, I truly believed her.

No matter what came next—we would survive.

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