Hyun-Jin's eyes narrowed, and her voice dripped with contempt. "Respect? Respect is earned, Jiyeon, and you haven't earned anything. I won't stand by and watch my rightful place be taken by someone unworthy."
The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the eyes of every guest in the room on us. My heart pounded, but I refused to back down. Yura took a step closer to me, her presence a comforting shield.
"Hyun-Jin, enough," Yura said firmly. "Jiyeon is my wife. We love each other, and nothing you say or do will change that."
Hyun-Jin's gaze softened momentarily, a flicker of pain crossing her features before her mask of arrogance slipped back into place. "I came here to take back what is mine, Yura. You know our bond was special, deeper than anything you could have with her."
"That bond was broken, Hyun-Jin," Yura replied, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. "You and I are over. I've moved on, and you need to do the same."