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Y/N

In following days, time blurs together —a whirlwind of hidden doctors, fake identities, and silent nights spent staring out that same window over Seoul, the city below keep moving forward without me.

It feels like ages since anything resembling normalcy. Even my own thoughts feel foreign now—split between the person I used to be and what I'll become soon...But somewhere in all of it, the one constant presence has been Uncle Park.

No matter how late at night—when he shows up without warning like some silent guardian.

One week passes since leaving the old villa...

Uncle Park’s connections work fast like he promised.Another hotel, the fourth since this all started... Each more impersonal than the last.

This one's luxurious in a cold, clinical kind of way - sterile white rooms, spotless furniture, a distant city skyline beyond floor-to-ceiling windows.

I don't go out anymore. And even in this expensive hotel, the days blend together one after another...silk sheets, marble floors, a view that costs more than most people make in a year—but none of it matters because I can’t breathe. Not really.Not when every shadow could be his men watching me through glass or tracking my phone signals to hunt me down…

Uncle Park handles everything: fake IDs under different names; burner phones tossed daily; cash exchanges done only at midnight so no cameras catch faces exchanging anything suspicious during daylight hours..

And still?

Every time I step into another sterile elevator? Every new room with its identical anonymity—My hands tremble.

Because this isn't freedom yet…

It's hiding.

Days feel like a fog.

I sleep less—nightmares and paranoia haunting what little sleep I get these days anyway—and spend hours researching on a stolen laptop instead.

Every scrap of information I can find. Every crime. All his threats. Every medical report that could prove his abuse...

Each piece a weapon against him.

I feel like I'm going mad some nights, combing through news stories and police records until 3 a.m—eyes bleary, heart pounding…

In this whirlwind of preparations, one thing keeps me sane: gathering evidence against him. Every document, every record, every twisted deed he ever did—all of it goes into file.

I want him to burn in the moment when those accusations hit him in court.Proof like a chain tightening around his neck. And through this chaos, through these moments of stillness one thought always racing ahead—The baby.

Quiet. Innocent.

I sit cross-legged on bed, surrounded by files—each one a weapon.

Not just my medical reports (the bruises, the rapes documented in cold detail), but Jeon’s past: arson charges buried under bribes, illegal shipments logged in coded ledgers Uncle Park hacked from underground servers… even surveillance footage of him while Lucas cried unseen.

Every page is evidence.

1. Sexual Assault & Rape Charges (Multiple Incidents)Date/Time: Listed chronologically with hospital records attachedLocation: My old apartment (now ashes), in his office.Witnesses: None allowed—doors locked; security cameras mysteriously offline during assaults.

2. Forced Marriage & Psychological TorturePhysical documents include: Marital contract signed under duress — no witness signatures matching known associates.

✓ Text messages threatening harm if I refused ("You belong to me now")

3. Burned down apartment.Fire report confirms cause was gasoline-based accelerant.

CCTV proves black SUVs parked outside my building 20 minutes before fire started…

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The sun rises over Seoul. City doesn't care, moving on— while I'm stuck in this sterile hotel room trying to make that bastard finally pay for everything.

Still… Everything is prepared. The file on the bedside table: each document meticulously documented, each detail triple-checked.

Now?

Now it's time to press those charges.

I stare at the laptop screen.

The blank document stares back at me...every word that follows this will seal Jeon's fate. My heart hammers in chest, I can picture his arrogant face...how he treated me like a possession. But I can't stop. Not now.I begin to type—every word more damning than the last...

Laptop hums softly in my hands, the glow reflecting off my burning eyes.

The screen filled with a final email draft—every crime Jeon committed against me laid out in cold, damning detail: rape charges, forced marriage records, medical reports of assaults documented by doctors I paid under fake names to avoid detection.

Idk for how many days i have to hide like these. Criminals like Jeon never dies, never looses—like I've already seen his power.

There's no stopping fate anymore.

I gulp— He’ll destroy everything.

A quiet pause.

Distant city noise fills space — tears burning behind my eyelids but refusing fall just yet.

He can burn courts...bribe judges...use every dirty connection until I'm left broken again.

...But if i don’t do it now...he wins forever.

My fingers still around mouse cursor hovering over send key one last time before finishing sentence.

I have to take this chance—and if i loose—then I'll have no choice but to commit suicide.

Tears stream down—hot, silent. Drip onto the keyboard, I finalize the email: every document attached like a chain around Jeon’s neck.

But… the baby?

My hands tremble over that attachment—the ultrasound image staring back at me like a ghost already formed in this war between us.

I didn’t abort it.Not because I wanted it...But because this child is proof.

Proof he hurt me, He marked his own bloodline like some twisted trophy on display for all to see , someday if this case ever gets heard beyond courtroom walls. Proof his bloodline isn't untouchable.That no matter how high his power rises… there will always be someone left behind who remembers what he truly did.

The cursor hovers on send one last time…

Then —click—

It's done.

No turning back now.

Outside, Seoul hums with life below—Lucas’ face flashes behind my eyes again—that innocent smile frozen in memory despite everything else falling apart.

Guilt twists deep , sharper than blade ever could’ve done alone.

He didn't deserve any of this.I cover my mouth with trembling hands—Lucas smiles so easily... Innocent eyes wide when i found him crying alone in his crib.My heart breaks all over again—how small he looked curled up beside me.

The laptop screen goes dark.

I don’t move.

Room is too quiet—no music, no gunshots, just the hum of Seoul below and my shaky breaths filling the silence like it’s trying to drown out everything else.

It will take time.Until court accept this case… until a judge actually reads those documents and sees what he did…

And I want it to be accepted.I want him exposed. Want him punished for every bruise he left on me—But then…My throat tightens at thought of him standing across me again in courtroom, someday soon if all goes as planned...

Him behind his expensive suit when judge enters chamber full power, despite everything i laid bare against wall even blind could see the truth—he’ll come.

Not just legally through lawyers.He'll come personally—to scare me into silence like always.

Tears fall again — hotter this time.

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Hours.

Days.

Weeks.

It takes so long for anything to get done in a broken justice system.

I stare at the walls, trapped inside.

Stuck with nothing but a stolen laptop, this damn baby, and memories that never stop haunting me…

It's agonizing: every sound in the hallway makes me flinch.

Every email notifications send adrenaline shooting through me. Nothing happens except endless silence, leaving me isolated in this sterile hotel room with no way out.

The city keeps moving, uncaring.But in here…My mind races—replaying past and future, every possibility twisted by paranoia.

Sigh—

That one single mail doesn't satisfy me, i want something more cruel, just like he did to me.Want every single person in this city to hate him, to curse him.

Fingers twitch around the phone screen.

The thought of making even one more person hate him feels like a victory—a revenge that would make every single day of hiding here worth it.

I want him to die on people's tongue.Seoul will wake up tomorrow hating him.

Courts might fail us—but social media?No bribes reach there fast enough anymore...

Let them curse his name when they see he's not some untouchable kingpin. But just a monster hiding behind expensive suits, blood and money.

I take a breath.

That's it.

I place my phone on table, stable it infront of my face.

The red record button glares at me. Heart thunders in chest.

I stare in the lens."Hello... I'm...I'm y/n—" words sticking like thorns. I swallow past them. "A-And today, I want to expose Jeon......."

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