Hana froze as her eyes locked onto Mi-Ho's phone screen. The words might as well have been a blade pressed to her throat.
"I didn't hide it from you… not intentionally," she whispered, stepping back.
Mi-Ho remained still. "Then tell me now."
She swallowed hard. "Before my father died… he changed the will. Everything—his assets, the shares, the company—he left it all to me. But he added a condition."
"What condition?"
"That I marry someone… from a family he trusted. Someone who wouldn't use me. That's why your mother proposed our marriage. She knew."
Mi-Ho's lips parted. "You think I married you because of some condition?"
"No. But I think... maybe the universe did."
Silence stretched. His jaw clenched. "So I was part of the plan all along?"
"No," she said quickly, stepping forward. "You became the only thing that ever felt real."