Dear Han Soorin,
I know what you are to him. I've known since the beginning.
You're his weakness. His vulnerability. The thing that makes him human instead of the perfect idol.
I want you to understand something: this was never about you. You were collateral damage. But you're also proof that history repeats.
Sejin had someone too. Someone real. Someone secret. And it destroyed everything.
Haejin's following the same path.
I wonder if his ending will be different from his father's.
Be careful, little makeup artist. The industry chews up pretty things and spits out corpses.
Maybe you'll be luckier than those before you.
Or maybe you'll end up like me—obsessed, discarded, destroyed.
Either way, you should know the truth: Jung Sejin was Haejin's father. AUREYA covered it up. Haejin doesn't know. His mother made sure of it.
But secrets have a way of coming out.
And when they do, I want to be the one to tell him.
See you soon.
Jiwon.
Manager Park read over her shoulder.
