Four women. Two great loves. One endless ache. Irene and Jennie are picture-perfect-an enviable love built on shared ambition, sharp stilettos, and silent wars. Behind closed doors, their kisses taste like apologies, and their touch is more punishment than a promise. Neither will leave first. Both are already gone. Seulgi and Jisoo are quieter. Softer. The kind of love that grows like ivy, unnoticed until it strangles everything else. They love each other kindly, and yet they still find a way to fall apart. When betrayal and fate begin to pull them all in opposite directions, hearts fracture and lines blur. Lovers become strangers. Strangers become something terrifyingly close to soulmates. But this isn't a story of healing. This is a story of wreckage. Of people trying to love each other after the damage is already done. Of timing that never quite aligns. Of hands that hold too tightly, or not at all. Of women who find each other again-when it's almost too late. In a world where love comes wrapped in regret, some souls are not meant to be saved. Only remembered.
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