**INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY** Jennie and Lisa sit across from each other, the air heavy with unspoken words. Jennie's hands grip her coffee cup tightly, her knuckles white. Lisa stares at the table, unable to meet Jennie's gaze. **JENNIE** I have to pay because you lied. Do you even realize what you've done? **LISA** I'm sorry... because I lied. Jennie's voice cracks, but she holds back her tears. Lisa reaches out, her hand hovering over Jennie's, but Jennie pulls away. **JENNIE** Sorry doesn't fix this, Lisa. You broke us. You broke *everything*. Lisa's shoulders slump, her tears falling silently. The space between them feels infinite. --- Love and lies often intertwine, creating a fragile balance. Love seeks truth, yet lies can mask pain or protect feelings. While honesty strengthens bonds, deceit can erode trust. True love thrives in transparency, but lies, even well-intentioned, risk breaking hearts. In the end, love's purity is tested by the weight of lies.

REMINDER: STORY NOT MINE She was known as an underground empress, leading the mysterious and most notorious assassin organization called the Reapers. She was intelligent, cunning, and ambitious, living her life trying to reach a height where no one else could dare touch her. Little did everyone know; the heiress of the most mysterious assassination organization had a simple dream. A dream that many girls had: to have a peaceful life with a husband and a kid. But when life humbled her, she died at the age of 29, more than a decade after her mother's death. Much to her surprise, years after her death, she woke up in the body of Jennie Kim. A woman who was her stark contrast and has a life different from hers. She thought her lifelong dream had finally come true, but the reality was far from what she expected. From being the underground Empress, she must live the life of being someone's wife and mother. Would she be able to live this second life away from the shackles of the past? Or would her own hell catch up to her to drag her back to where she belonged? FYI: Story not mine, this is an adaptation; credits to the original author.

She hated her. She absolutely whole-heartedly without any trace of a doubt hated her fucking guts. She was childish, immature, juvenile, had a ridiculous sense of style she'd often, and naively so, refer to as "swag", and they had little to nothing in common. But she just couldn't let go of the best orgasm she had ever experienced in her entire life. I mean, they weren't even dating - heck, she barely knew the girl! Nobody has to know, right? ...I mean, right?