Face of Karma

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"I wish I never met all of you," Geum Jan Di's voice echoed through the church, amplified by the hollow space, as tears flowed relentlessly down her cheeks. She fixed her gaze on Gu Jun Pyo and Ha Jae Kyung, the two figures standing before her—Jae Kyung adorned in the wedding dress that was meant to be Jan Di's today—a cruel twist of fate that pierced Jan Di's heart. Despite the agony gnawing at her soul, she managed a faint smile, mustering up enough strength to offer her congratulations to her friend. "Unnie, you look stunning in my wedding dress," she whispered, her voice barely concealing the anguish inside her. Her eyes then found Gu Jun Pyo, the man she harbored deep feelings for, and she forced out a compliment through the turmoil in her heart. "And Gu Jun Pyo, you remain as dashing as ever." Suppressing the urge to break down completely, she added, "And Ga Eul, my dear friend," addressing the one who had betrayed her trust, "Your recent actions, inspired by So Yi Jeong, have certainly added an unexpected twist to the day."

As the wedding ceremony was taking place, Madam Kang suddenly exclaimed, "Hey! Stop interrupting my son's wedding!" Her voice echoed through the room, causing everyone to turn their attention towards her. With a stern expression on her face, she stood up from her seat and walked towards Jan Di, hoping to scare her with her authoritative presence, but her attempt didn't quite succeed.

Jan Di turned to Madam Kang, her expression resolute. "I am not done talking," she retorted, her forefinger pointing at the older woman, her tone layered with a mixture of anger and frustration. "You better keep your voice in check or else you'll regret it," she warned before redirecting her focus to her best friend. "The sex video was not clear, Ga Eul. Can you tell me who the man with me was last night?"

"Jan Di-ah—"

"Don't Jan Di-ah me!" Jan Di's voice rose in volume and intensity, infused with a sense of threat. "How long have you been planning to betray me and make me a viral scandal?"

"Jan Di—" Yi Jeong began, tenderly holding Ga Eul close as she trembled too much to speak.

"I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU," she sharply cut him off, fixing a penetrating gaze on Ga Eul. "Answer me, Ga Eul. Who was that man in the video?" Anger and hurt mingled in Jan Di's eyes, prompting Ga Eul to gather her courage and explain. "It wasn't what you think, Jan Di. Let me explain."

"Answer me!" Her voice reverberated through the church, nearly deafening the attendees. Yi Jeong sensed Ga Eul's anguish, urging Jan Di to give her a chance to clarify. "Please, Jan Di, let her explain before jumping to conclusions," he softly intervened.

"Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?" Jan Di's frustration flared at Yi Jeong's interruption, clenching her fists tightly.

"She is my girlfriend—" Yi Jeong tried to explain, only to be met with Jan Di's cutting retort. "Your girlfriend? That's ironic, coming from a player like you," she spat, fury blazing in her eyes. "She is my best friend. My sister chose someone she barely knows over our 20+-year friendship for a mere five-year bond with you and your friends. You have no right to intrude; I suggest you stay silent!" Leading her friend away from Yi Jeong, the tension in the room escalated, trapping the onlookers in a silent standstill for fear of invoking Jan Di's wrath.

The inside of the impressive church felt like a vacuum of silence, so profound that not even the faintest whisper or rustle dared disturb its stillness. In this extraordinary quietude, Madam Kang, known for her unwavering confidence, stood frozen, a tremor of dread coursing through her being at the sheer ferocity of Jan Di's unleashed fury. The very essence of fear seemed to permeate the stagnant air, casting a spell of unease that blanketed the entire space. Tension hung thick, almost tangible, as if the very molecules were straining with an unseen force. Every soul present seemed suspended in a suspended animation, their breaths caught in anticipation, awaiting the impending storm of words from Jan Di. The silence loomed, an entity in itself so weighty that even the slightest of gestures threatened to shatter its fragile hold. Every heartbeat and every pulse seemed magnified in the absence of sound, creating a surreal aura of stillness that enveloped the scene in an almost ethereal hush.