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He wanted a front-row seat to her destruction, so he gave her a front-row seat to his wedding. Min-jun thought the heavy gold-embossed invitation was a white flag; he didn't realize it was the coordinates for his own funeral. At 3:00 PM, he stood at the altar, a man who owned the skyline. By 3:15 PM, he would discover that the woman he threw away didn't just move on—she moved up to the one man you never, ever cross. If you've ever built something beautiful and watched someone else put their nam