"The truth is—"
Yura swayed dangerously.
Caught herself on a chair.
"The truth is our relationship is FAKE!"
Her voice echoed across the beach.
Gasps.
Multiple gasps.
Phones coming out.
"It's all a publicity stunt! Arranged by the label! None of it is real!"
Manager Park moved toward her.
"Yura, that's enough—"
"No!" She stumbled back. "Everyone needs to know!"
Tears streaming down her face now.
Mascara running.
"I've been pretending for months! Pretending to be in love with someone who can barely stand to touch me!"
Haejin's face went pale.
"Yura, stop talking—"
"Why? So you can keep playing perfect? Keep fooling everyone?"
She laughed.
Hysterical.
"He's never wanted me! Made that clear from day one! Every time we have to hold hands or kiss for photos, I can feel him mentally checking out!"
Some staff members in the circle shifted uncomfortably.
The ones who'd signed the NDA.
Who already knew.
Their faces neutral but embarrassed.
For her.
For this.
