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.

Han’s apology shakes Jul, who grapples with trust and Chidi’s Calabar offer. Tola’s past reveals her strength, urging Jul to prioritize herself. Eun-ji’s ex exposes parallels with Han, as Madam Choi’s threat looms, pushing Jul and Han toward a fragile crossroads.

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.

They laughed like old lovers. Argued over fruit like roommates. Touched without naming it. It wasn’t a relationship — not officially. But at the fruit stand, somewhere between mangoes and wine, they became something unspoken. A stranger called them “a couple.” Jul brushed it off. Han didn’t. And just like that, a shift. Quiet, undeniable. It felt easy, for once. Until it didn’t.