In Calabar’s glowing dusk, Jul’s career-defining pitch collides with personal betrayal, while Han and Chidi clash over loyalty, legacy, and love. A scandal brews, threatening everything Jul has built, as choices sharpen and empires unravel.

He sat in the dark, phone untouched, thoughts loud. She stepped out quietly, wrapped in that wine-red shirt. When their eyes met, she didn’t speak. She undressed. In front of him. Slow. Certain. And when she was done, she left her clothes on the floor… …walked back into the room, naked. Then whispered over her shoulder— "I have a flight at 4 a.m."

Jul arrived flawless — satin dress, gold cuffs, soft confidence. But Han didn’t reach for her, didn’t claim her, didn’t even explain her. He just said, “This is Jul.” And in that moment, she knew. She wasn’t hidden. She was something worse — visible, but undefined. So she smiled. Because that’s what you do when pride is cracking and no one is handing you glue. But later, when she finally spoke… even Han couldn’t dodge the truth in her voice.

Jul hadn’t heard from Han in three days. She told herself she didn’t care — until her best friend mentioned seeing him with someone else. So she showed up. No anger. Just presence. Now they sit across from each other — same room, different silences. “Mu-seo-wo,” he says. “I’m scared.” She flinches. Because she is too. He speaks in Korean. She asks what it means. This isn’t a fight. But it’s not quite peace either. Just the truth… finally starting to surface.