Whispers Of The Night

Everything fell apart the moment he said it. “I’m getting married.” And not to her. Four years of dating, only to find out she was just a chapter—never the ending. Worse, he had the audacity to suggest she stay on as his mistress, like her love was something he could keep tucked away in secret. Doeun walked away without looking back. Heartbroken and exhausted, she flew to Hawaii for work, hoping the ocean breeze might help her forget. That’s where she met him—Ian. Mysterious, magnetic, and completely different from anyone she’d ever known. Under the sun and stars, they shared electric moments… but never their truths. “Mo… Ana. My name is Moana,” she told him, borrowing the name from a movie just to keep her distance. One rule. No real names. No real attachments. It was supposed to be a one-time escape—until he found her again. “It’s been a while, Moana,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Or should I call you… Eun Doeun?”