Annyeongz One-shots

59. Win

The continues of motive...

Wonyoung’s eyes narrowed as she zoomed in obsessively on the footage, her mind racing with the details she had missed before. Every movement of the man’s back, the tilt of his shoulders, the way he shifted his weight — she scrutinized it like a detective piecing together a puzzle.

Then she froze.

A small glimpse of skin appeared above the collar of the man’s shirt, partially visible as he leaned toward Yujin’s father. Her breath hitched. It was a tattoo — distinctive, intricate, and unmistakable. Her heart skipped a beat. She had seen it before… years ago, in a case file she had once reviewed, the file of someone who had seemed untouchable, someone powerful and sly.

Her hands trembled slightly as recognition sank in. That tattoo… it belonged to Min Seo-yeon’s lawyer.

Her mind went cold. The realization hit her like a punch: the lawyer had been the one in the footage all along, the one who had stood behind Yujin’s father while the stepmother poured the wine. He had orchestrated the scene, made sure Yujin walked into the trap, and manipulated the entire timeline. No wonder he had pushed so aggressively in court, probing Yujin for a “confession” that never existed — he had been personally invested in framing him.

Wonyoung leaned back in her chair, stunned, her heart pounding in her ears. Everything started to make sense — the relentless questioning, the smug confidence in court, the attempt to corner Yujin. It wasn’t just legal strategy; it was part of a premeditated conspiracy.

Her fingers shook as she started taking screenshots, marking the exact frame that revealed the tattoo, documenting the evidence. She had to be meticulous — this discovery could completely dismantle their case, but it had to be presented flawlessly.

A mix of anger and disbelief surged through her. How could someone be so ruthless? So calculated?

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “No wonder… no wonder they tried so hard to ruin him,” she whispered to herself. Her eyes returned to the screen, scanning the footage again, taking in every detail, every subtle interaction. She had to find everything — every clue, every frame that could prove Yujin’s innocence and expose the full scale of the conspiracy.

Determination settled over her like steel. The lawyer’s betrayal, the stepmother’s treachery, the framing of Yujin — it was all about to unravel. And Wonyoung would make sure he finally got the justice he deserved.

Wonyoung leaned back in her chair, jaw tight, staring at the footage. She couldn’t risk being wrong — if she accused the lawyer without absolute certainty, it could backfire and put Yujin in more danger. She had to make sure the tattoo she had seen on the footage truly belonged to him.

She picked up her phone and called a trusted contact from her network — someone who had access to legal personnel records and could confirm physical details without raising suspicion. Her voice was calm, professional, but carried an edge of urgency.

“I need verification on a lawyer,” she said. “Min Seo-yeon’s legal counsel. I need any public record, photograph, or verified image that can confirm physical identifiers — tattoos, scars, anything visible. I’m not asking for anything illegal, just public information.”

Her contact paused, then nodded. “I can pull photos from court appearances, press coverage… give me a couple of hours.”

Wonyoung hung up, her mind racing. While waiting, she pulled out her old case files, reviewing every public hearing or media coverage where the lawyer appeared. Her eyes scanned, her breath catching each time she thought she saw the tattoo, but the angles were never clear enough. She needed a definitive confirmation.