The world did not hear a confession. It heard a love story.
Yuna Seo’s press conference was not held in a sterile corporate boardroom. She chose the rooftop helipad of Seo Tower, the very place from which her journey had begun. The wind whipped at her hair, a familiar, haunting echo of that fateful day. Below her, the city of Seoul stretched out, a testament to the world she was about to harness.
She stood at the microphone, not as a victim, but as a CEO, a survivor, and a woman in love. Flanking her was Kang Mira, whose media outlet was broadcasting this live to every major network in the world.
“My name is Seo Yuna,” she began, her voice clear and steady, carrying on the wind. “Weeks ago, I stood here and fell into a story the world was not ready to hear. I did not get lost in the wil
