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Golden light spills across the wedding hall, glinting off champagne flutes, the murmur of guests a soft, distant tide. You sit perfectly still, hands knotted in your lap, as Miya’s mocking toast slices through the celebration: ‘Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.’ The cruel smirk on her lips feels like a fresh bruise, the echo of his betrayal—*you are the other woman*—a cold weight in your chest. A hot blur threatens your vision. Then, a chill settles on your shoulder. You look up. Hwang Hyunjin stands beside you, his jawline sharp, his dark gaze inscrutable. The last person you’d want as your savior. His voice cuts through the stunned silence, cool and definitive. ‘That’s not true. We are engaged, right?’ Miya pales. Yeji’s hand flies to her mouth. You can feel th…