The courtroom buzzed with quiet intensity. Dark wood paneling framed the room, giving it a sense of authority, while the hum of lawyers flipping through files and the shuffle of jurors settling into their seats filled the space. At the front, the judge’s bench loomed like a throne, overseeing everything with an air of finality.

Lee Minho stood at the prosecution table, the weight of another high-profile case bearing down on him. He’d become a familiar figure in this very room—calm, collected, and famous for being unbeatable. Today was supposed to be just another victory to add to his name.

But then, the door opened. His breath caught the moment his ex lover walked in.

It had been five years since they last saw each other, but it might as well have been yesterday. She, now one of the most sought-after defense attorneys, carried herself with the same quiet confidence that had drawn him to her back at university. She was three years younger than him then, ambitious and fearless, the only one who had ever made him question his focus on his career.

They had been inseparable once—partners in both love and ambition. But ambition was also what tore them apart. He pursued the law with ruthless precision, while she sought something deeper, something more human. In the end, their paths had diverged, leaving behind broken promises and unsaid goodbyes.

Her gaze swept the courtroom before it landed on him, her eyes briefly flickering with recognition. But it was fleeting, replaced by the cool, professional distance that had once felt so foreign between them.

She took her place at the defense table, her expression unreadable. Minho’s heart tightened as he remembered how she used to smile at him, how she used to lean against him when she thought no one was looking. Now, she was his opponent.

The room seemed smaller now, the space between them heavier with unfinished conversations and old wounds. He had won countless cases, but standing here, facing her, felt like the hardest trial of all.