KAREN'S POV

I stood outside the ICU ward while Marshall was still talking with the doctors about Yi's condition. I began pacing not because I wanted her to live but because I didn't want to imagine what would happen if she survives.

I had a lot of questions running through my mind

'What are the doctors saying to Marshall', ' what if she survives', ' what if she heard all that we said'.

I was beside myself with worry at this point although I'm very excited about the fact that we were able to fill up the tub in their bathroom and carry her in so that it looks like her accident happened in the bathroom.

Thank the stars for my quick thinking. I mean a lot of people have passed on while having a bath either by drowning, or hitting their heads and bleeding out which helped make our story more believable to the paramedics and the cops when we called the ambulance and the cops.

I go to meet Marshall after the doctor is gone "What's going on? What did the doctor say..will she make it?".

"Slow down with your questions Karen...are you actually worried? You put her in this state, remember?". Although he whispered the last part only to my hearing.

"Of course not Marshall I'm just trying to weigh our chances". I whispered right back to him angrily. It felt like he didn't even appreciate my efforts in all these.

"If you didn't swing that hammer from your uncontrollable rage, this wouldn't have gotten to this don't you think so?". He whisper-screamed to my face.

I cautiously looked around before looking him dead in the face and saying " Do you want to be CEO of Jang foods or not Marshall? Because it's starting to sound like you want to chicken out".

"Of course not Karen, it's just that the last few hours have shaken me a little bit" He replied, going to sit on one of the chairs in the resting area.

I quickly moved to join him, then I held his hand and rested my head on his shoulders.

"Nobody will suspect us Marshall if that's what you are scared about . Our plan is foolproof Okay? Now please tell me what the doctors said".

"The doctors said that everything is looking bleak and they don't know if she will survive...turns out you swung a little to hard my love". He smiled tiredly.

"Well she infuriates me so you can't really blame me. I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens".

We remained silent for some time when I remembered and asked him " Have you told her father what happened ?".

"I have been very unsure Karen. I mean the old man is sick enough as it is". He got up from the chair and ran his hand through his hair, pacing a little.

"Calm down Marshall, I just told you that everything will be fine, don't you trust me? You have to tell the old man and if he dies from a heart attack, then so be it....even better for us". I said smiling cautiously because I noticed someone pass by.

He looked at me and I saw the love in his eyes when he said "That's why I love you...you are so heartless". He whispered to my ears which caused me to smile.

I bring out my cell phone to check the time and realize that it's already 5 am and I become a little furious because why won't she just die and save us from the suspense.

My neck and back had already started to hurt at this point. I'm still trying to stretch a little when the doctors and some nurses start running towards Yi's room.

I didn't want to go in there and see her during all the hours we sat here because I was scared I would finish what I had already started.

Not because I was scared but because the amount of hate, jealousy and contempt flowing inside me would not allow me to walk out of her room without finishing her off and this was a public space with CCTV cameras everywhere so I had to be very careful of how I act.

Not too long after the doctors run in, they come out and one of them walked up to us and took off the face mask he had on shaking his head. Immediately I saw him shaking his head, I quickly sprang into action and with teary filled eyes I asked.

" Doctor what's wrong... is Yi alright? She will be okay right?".

" I'm very sorry miss but we lost her...her time of death is estimated at 5:15 am. I'm really sorry but we tried our best".

" No!...no! Yi please don't do this to me!". I screamed dropping to the ground.

Marshall got the memo looking dejected to and came to try pull me up from the ground of which I gave a little resistance still trying to make sure my acting was on point.

I was still a little shocked at the fact that despite how exhausted I was, I was still able to will myself to cry but I knew that this was just the beginning and I had many more fake tears to shed.

After I pretended to calm down and stop crying, I noticed the cops walking towards us and i felt my heart rate increase a little and I could feel the literal goosebumps on my flesh. I tried my best to look like a very heart broken friend and I stood here hoping the cops won't even try to suspect me.

"Miss Karen Jim? Can we get your statement once again, for documentation please".

"Of course officer...anything for my friend". I squeezed Marshall's hand a little and left with the cops. The question section was very annoying and become too long and when I noticed the cop asking too many questions. I pretended to be dizzy and he finally let me go

"I just spoke to Yi's father Karen the line just went silent....what if he had a heart attack". Marshall said to me with worry filled eyes after pulling me away from the cops.

"I guess the stars are in our favour then". I said with a very satisfied smile.

KAREN'S POV

I was getting really tired of all the drama but not too long after Marshall got off the phone with Yi's father.

I saw the familiar black Mercedes of Yi's father's car packed just outside the hospital and in no time, he came out.

Before he got to where I and Marshall were standing, I quickly whispered to him "Act accordingly...he should not suspect anything".

I did not even let him speak first and immediately ran to Mr. Jang and hugged him really tight, pouring out my fake tears.

"Oh father I really don't know how this happened. I feel like I have lost everything in life. How could Yi leave us behind like this?".

He gently pulled out of the hug and said to me " Where is Marshall?".

Marshall stepped forward and before he could speak, Mr. Jang slapped him across the face and I was shocked, and thrown off balance for the first time since all this began playing out.

"Where were you when this happened? What were you doing?". He said, grabbing Marshall by the collar.

" I want to see my daughter? Where is my daughter?". He screamed which caused some of the nurses to come running out.

I was suddenly grateful that the cops had left because if they hadn't gone, this reaction might have raised suspicions in their minds and that was the last thing we needed.

I quickly held him "Father please get a hold of yourself we are all deviated as it is and I am very sure Yi won't want us to be acting this way over her death . Please don't be upset father".

I was trying my best to console the foolish old man at this point but he kept repeating 'I want to see my daughter'. Until he eventually passed out.

I and Marshall looked at him through the door of his room and he said to me "Do you want to go and see Yi?".

I didn't want to at first. I decided to just say my final goodbyes and Marshall told me he was going to make the preparations for her funeral.

I walked into the room and the smell of drugs was very prevalent and I slowly walked up to her still body and pulled away the cloth from her face. She laid there lifeless and so cold and I felt very relieved that she was gone

"Goodbye Yi. I hope you won't hate me too much and I promise you that I and Marshall will take very good care of JANG FOOD INDUSTRIES".

I was about to leave when I turned around and said " And as for your father, don't worry either I will spare him just for your sake okay?". I slowly put the cover back over her and walked out of the room.

I have always hated wearing the color black as opposed to many opinions about how it made one look elegant and sophisticated...but I was of a completely different opinion.

I have always loved bright and sunny colors like yellow, pink and the likes but today, I felt pure joy wearing the color black.

I specifically went shopping for this funeral since I didn't really have any black dresses in my closet and even though it was quite on the pricey side, I didn't mind and I paid very happily.

It was annoyingly sunny today so I had to take my sunglasses and besides my eyes has become very puffy due to all the fake tears I have been shedding and I was prepared to shed even more today because I carried some eye drops that would aid my shedding of fake tears.

As I sat in the chapel inside the hospital building , and listened to the priest talking about death and how sometimes it could mean the person has been taken to a better place, I scoffed to myself Yi did not deserve to be in a better place if anything she should be burning in hell.

I have never let myself be fooled by her goody two shoes attitude. I knew that she loved the fact that people always praised her.

I had never let it get to me at first but soon I unknowingly started competing with her and it always infuriated me that no matter what I did, I couldn't beat her.

But that is all in the past as I have won and now she's the one laying in that casket. She is gone and it is my turn to shine and that too without any obstacles.

I looked over to the other aisle and I noticed that Marshall was seating with Mr. Jang and I felt a little sorry for Mr. Jang. I mean the old man has been through a lot. First he lost his wife while trying to have Yi and now Yi is gone too.

He looked so sick and distressed. I was surprised that the old man did not have a cardiac arrest. But that's okay I'm not worried about him he can be very well taken care of.

Before we all walked out of the church to go and lay Yi to rest, I quickly went to the restroom and applied the eye drops because frankly I was running out of tears.

I walked up to Mr. Jang making sure I was sobbing profusely and held him "Oh father how will we live without Yi. I still can not believe that she has gone and left us".

Thankfully, he accepted my hug and did not act funny so I began to console him. While we both walked together with the priest, leading the procession.

As we walked along, I noticed a doctor coming to join us, there was a woman behind him with long straight hair. She looked like she was involved in an accident.

I and Marshall walked up to Yi once again to pay our last respects when I noticed the same lady crying bitter tears just in front of Yi's picture.

She had long straight hair and looked devastated. I was about to tap her and ask how she knew Yiso when Marshall slipped a piece of paper in my hands and when I opened it, it read.

"LET'S BEGIN THE NEXT PHASE OF OUR PLAN!"

YISO'S POV

Everything feels off.

My head is heavy, my limbs weak. I sit up, wincing as pain pulses through my head like my head is about to split open. I shut my eyes, and all I see is darkness.

When I open my eyes, I see worried eyes looking back at me.

"Are you okay, miss?" A man asks me. He looks like a janitor, with a mop in his hand.

"Where am I?" I ask him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Lincoln Medical Hospital, ma'am," he replies, confused.

Soon after, a nurse walks in and looks surprised to see me awake. She hastily pulls out a clipboard, flipping through the pages before settling her gaze on me.

"I'll get the doctor," she says, and quickly exits the room.

A bathroom door is slightly ajar to my right. My throat feels parched, so I slide off the bed. My legs tremble under my weight, but I steady myself. One step, then another, until I reach the sink.

The mirror stares at me and my stomach drops. I don't know why. The woman looking at me feels strange and unfamiliar.

Sharp cheekbones, full lips, and beautiful eyes stare back at me. She looks flawless with her long, rich hair. But that's not what unsettles me. It's her. Her face should be mine, but I don't recognize it.

As I stare, an image of another woman flashes through the mirror, or is it in my mind? The woman has the same eyes and lips but different hair. I stumble back, my heart hammering in my chest. I clutch my chest, panicking, my mind is a jumbled mess. I lean in, studying the reflection. She looks so perfect, yet, I feel nothing when I look at her.

The face in the mirror changes. I still don't know her. I don't know myself. I need answers, and I need them fast.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door startles me, breaking my thoughts.

"Miso?" A voice calls out from the hallway. The nurse from earlier steps inside, her eyes observing me. "Miso, are you okay?"

"Miso..." The name lands on me like a ton of bricks, but it doesn't feel like it belongs to me...is it mine?

I nod, my heart racing. "Yeah, I am... I'm fine."

"Mr. Han's outside. He's been worried sick. He'll be happy to hear you're awake."

Mr. Han? Who's Mr. Han?

"I...I don't know who that is." My voice trembles, but I try to keep it steady. "He's the one who found and brought you after the accident".

The accident. My mind flashes to images of a flash of light, the screeching of tires, and then... nothing.

"I... I don't remember anything," I whisper quietly.

The nurse's face softens with pity "Don't worry. It'll come back to you. Just take it slow." She gestures for me to sit back down on the bed.

I nod numbly and do as she says.

I rub my eyes and glance at the door. Maybe I'll find some answers with Mr. Han.

A voice broke through my confusion.

"You're awake," a man said, his voice calm. "Thank God."

I blinked several times, trying to focus on him. A kind, wrinkled face stared at me with... concern. But who was he?

"Where am I?" My voice came out hoarse, as though I hadn't spoken in ages.

"You're in the hospital," he replied, his tone soothing. "You were in a bad accident. I brought you here."

An accident? The word echoed in my mind, but everything surrounding it felt like a blank canvas, no memories to fill in the gaps.

"I don't....." I started, but my thoughts felt scrambled. "Who am I?"

His eyes softened with concern. "Your name is Miso Kang," he said.

Miso Kang. The name stirred something deep inside me, but it didn't feel... right.

"Is that... my name?" The question left my mouth before I could stop it.

"Yes," the man said, giving me a reassuring smile. You don't remember?"

I swallowed hard, trying to concentrate, trying to focus on that name, but it was no use. "No," I whispered. "I don't remember."

"Don't worry," he said, as if trying to comfort me. "It's normal after something traumatic. It'll come back."

After a while, Mr. Han leaves and I can hear him speaking with the nurse from earlier. I walk towards the door, tired of sitting. Mr. Han and the nurse turn to me.

"You've been discharged Miss Miso", Mr. Han says.

"We will be leaving soon, I just have to visit the funeral going on, I always attend funerals that take place in my hospital". I nod weakly, too confused to question his words.

The fresh air hits me the moment we step onto the sidewalk, but it does nothing to clear the fog in my mind. As Mr. Han walks slowly toward the funeral procession, my legs feel like they're moving without my permission.

We stop in front of a large, open garden, and I feel my body stiffen. I watch as Mr. Han greets some people I don't recognize.....well-dressed, sad-faced.

My eyes are locked on a portrait, one of a woman whose features mirror the unfamiliar woman I saw in the bathroom mirror.

My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounds so loudly I can hardly hear anything else.

I don't even know how my feet carry me toward the altar, but suddenly, I'm kneeling in front of the portrait. The tears come uncontrollably.

I don't know why I'm crying but my chest tighten as the image of the woman in the portrait blurs before my eyes. Yiso Kenoly, the name reads. Yiso..." I whisper to myself, the name foreign on my lips.

What's happening to me? Why was this picture of a dead woman making my whole body tremble with an ache I can't describe.

I notice a man and woman walk in together, side by side, their eyes filled with tears. As they approach the coffin and me, my breath hitches, and I freeze.

Everything inside me screams at me to run, but I can't. All I can do is watch them approach.

I feel a strangling grip of terror begin to suffocate me, the world around me starts to blur, and then darkness.