Chapter 1: The Return
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It was raining the morning Eun Ha Neul arrived.
Not a dramatic downpour—just that slow, curtain-like drizzle that clung to skin and memory. She stood outside the airport terminal, her small suitcase beside her, and tilted her face slightly upward, letting the cold drops mix with the warmth of her breath.
She wasn’t here to start over. Not exactly.
She was here to continue, because that was all she had the energy for.
Her divorce papers had been signed two days ago and left on the kitchen counter, just like he wanted. Her flight was booked the day after.
No goodbyes.
Just a harsh “Get lost.”
No farewell.
Just a cruel “Don’t you ever appear in front of me again.”
The words played in her head on a loop, their sharpness dulled only slightly by exhaustion.
She didn’t bring a suitcase full of dreams. Just a single orange munchkin cat named Holang-ie, tucked into a carrier and yawning quietly beside her feet.
And just like that—after a blur of hours and airport announcements—Eun Ha Neul arrived in Seoul.
A place she once visited every Chuseok to see her family.
A place that now held no welcome signs.
Because this time, it wasn’t a festive return.
It was shame.
It was surrender.
She pulled the hood of her windbreaker tighter and reached for her phone.
Her first job in Korea wasn’t glamorous—English tutor to a chaebol, two afternoons a week. It paid enough, and it came with a quiet apartment near the Han River and, more importantly, no expectations for her to smile more than necessary.
She liked that.
Because she couldn’t remember the last time smiling came without effort.
And because some part of her—deep, tucked away—still believed that maybe, if she stayed quiet enough, Seoul would let her stay invisible.
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