I first met Shin at my sister-'π¬ funeralβa man too composed for a place soaked in grief. He stood quietly at the edge of the room, hands folded, expression soft, almost tenderβ¦ as if he were mourning something far more personal than the woman we had gathered to bury.
The moment our eyes met, a strange shiver crawled across my spine. His face was unfamiliar, yet something in his gaze struck me with the force of a memory I couldn't place. A quiet dΓ©jΓ vu. A shadow from a life I had never lived.
I should have walked away.
But Shin moved closer, offering a polite greeting, and the scent of his cologne, faint yet deliberate, tugged at something restless inside me. It felt wrong to notice him. Wrong to be curious. Wrong to wonder why my sister-in-law had spoken his name with her last breath.
Still, I couldn't turn away.
In the days that followed, I would learn just how tightly our lives were already tangledβand how his gentle smile hid a truth sharp enough to cut through everything I believed about loyalty, guilt, and the man I thought I was.
And once Shin stepped into my life, there was no going back.
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