If we listen to Sun Jae, he has us convinced he understands Hye Won better than she does herself. He sees that her loneliness doesn’t have to be a permanent part of her life, but he hasn’t seen her turn away from all the trappings she feels she earned over the years. Yes, she doesn’t want to lose him, but what does she think about his desires? If he gives an ultimatum – me or the school? Is her heart so insulated by her brain that she can actually let him go? Sure, she can hang out up there in her ivory tower, coolly directing the comings and goings of the talent, whether they are teachers or students or guest artists. Hye Won will make sure the electricity stays on and staff gets paid very efficiently. Who will she think of at a Seohan recital hearing a student play a Beethoven piece? How would she orchestrate her feelings for Sun Jae? Does she keep impersonating Faux Hyung, talking to Sun Jae about his tour of concert halls of all the great cities of the world and just be happy for him? Seriously? She allows him to fall in love with and kiss another girl? I don’t know about that. We have already witnessed some fierce jealousy when it was unfounded. What if he shows up in ten years with a cute finacée on his arm? A little violin chick who won some violin competition in Brussells. I picture Hye Won breaking a bow over the woman’s head, not embracing her warmly. There is only one way to find out. Let’s begin the final chapter.
[Let’s all give a warm round of applause and a big thanks to jomo for pouring her heart and soul into recapping Secret Love Affair. Watching this drama was made even more intense and rewarding with her thoughts guiding the way. It’s been a blast watching, somewhat recapping (me), and totally loving every minute of the discussion with everyone on this artistic masterpiece. xoxoxo Koala.]
Episode 16 recap:
The Misfits celebrate at a bar, discussing Jo’s email from his friend, the professor. They are skeptical that in a performance your heart could be more important than the instrument.
Cello points out that Richter wasn’t picky about what he played on. When asked, Sun Jae tells them he plays on a Hanil with all the parts replaced. First violin never heard of it. All the history of his piano flashes in a smile across Sun Jae’s face. He wants to know what got into Cello at the beginning of the 4th movement. She sounded different.
“I finally felt something,” she admits. The other players envy her inspired playing so Sun Jae suggests they do a little song there. Cello helps convince the others that it sounds fun. As he clears away glasses, he proposes, “Seriously, play here so that everyone’s jaws drop.” Cello adds, “You never know someone could fall in love with you.” Sun Jae gets up and approaches the bartender.
The sound system is off and the patrons listen to their impromptu concert of two violins and four hands on a table which makes everyone smile.
Sun Jae recalls Hye Won’s passionate advice, “Tell them to kiss my ass. Music conquers all.” Ah, she is never far from his thoughts. The joy of the moment is all over his delighted expression.
Hye Won, in red, walks and cell phone talks down the hall of SeoHan.
“Great. I was getting bored.” Something makes her stop, and she turns back toward Mahjong Wang’s desk. The secretary stands wearing a slightly anxious smile. Hye Won’s forward momentum doesn’t end at the desk, and she leans over to see what is on the computer screen. With their face inches apart, she comments, “So you’ve been studying Mahjong diligently. Did you improve?”
The friend/traitor/secretary/wanna-be Hye Won pleads, “Don’t hold a grudge, anyone can go crazy for a second. Couldn’t you just let it slide?”
“I guess so,” With a pretty little warm smile Hye Won walks away; her dominance is clearly acknowledged between them.
Wang’s groveling continues as she serves Joon Hyung and Young Woo at the ex-Love Nest.
The princess remarks how Hye Won turned the tables at the police station. As far as her own future, she’ll have to live quietly for her husband. Joon Hyung doesn’t think that is possible, Wang laughs at the idea, too. But she has no choice or she’ll get into trouble. Joon Hyung doesn’t understand.
They explain to him in small words that he can understand how Young Woo’s company fronted an off shore money laundering deal. Oh Hye Won holds all the key account information and the plan is she will hand everything over to Prosecutor Husband.
On another note, Wang wants to know why Joon Hyung followed through on the adultery charge if he had decided to put up with it? It should have played into Prosecutor Husband’s hand, but instead, Hye Won triumphed to everyone’s surprise. Young Woo thought that she would just go to jail holding Sun Jae’s hand…for love. Joon Hyung doesn’t want to talk about it, although Wang thinks ex-hubby should be open about his wounds if Hye Won confirmed the affair. “I don’t have wounds. How can I stop her when she loves him? I just want her to pay the price.” His confusion amuses them. He asks if he can stay at the love nest a few days. Young Woo’s new quiet living won’t allow for her to stay at the apartment anyway. Doorbell rings and Wang gets up to dramatically let in “Genuine royal family, the real big shot.”
Cello Snob enters and Wang’s dives into her role as sycophant. While they introduce her as Han’s secretary, she adds, “We’re all college friends outside of the office,” jumping up to serve at Cello Snob’s every possible desire. The Queen-to-Be of Seohan just stopped by to look around the apartment. Young Woo had offered it as a studio, as she needed to reinvent herself. Fawning ensues – they offer and pour her a glass of wine.
“Oppa is going to Hannam-dong,” she says. Young Woo will be going later. Joon Hyung asks the Queen if he can stay for three or four days and when she grants him this favor, he smiles a big happy smile at his new meal ticket.
Seo, with his advisors assembled around him, complains that his plan to throw Hye Won to the prosecutors isn’t working. Rather than handing over the accounting books to him, she is letting his son-in-law take small bites out of them, winning him to her side.
Hong suggests he step forward and bring back the case that was dropped two years ago and link it to the present. Seo considers this, while Toady 2 and Toady 3 offer themselves up as well. “We’re always prepared.” It could work, they have room for an extension. Han comes in with a maid to serve very rare tea.
She picks up on the cool that greeted her arrival. Her presence is neither required nor desired.
Upstairs, Hye Won gives Han back the necklace from the Europe trip, stating it could be perceived as a bribe.
Han asks, “Have you grown wings?” referring to the divorce. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, “ but it did. The maid announces the game is afoot, and as the ladies go down, Han makes yet another attempt to hold on to her cash, “Watching Prosecutor Kim take all my money doesn’t upset you?” They walk, Han’s arm over the smaller, in height, woman’s shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about that. I won’t let anyone take it.”
She comments then it’s not money, but scraps of paper.
They stop walking, “I’m going to use it as bait. All I ask for is respect.” Han’s doesn’t relent – asking again for some of what Hye Won is hiding. “That’s going to be difficult,” she demurs demurely smiling, then closing the door on her former boss who protests with a frustrated, “Hey!” LOL
In the game room, Min plays with the Toadies. Seo, with his ladies and Hye Won.
The maid and Wang gossip that Mrs. Oh is the power in the house now. Wang predicts while Hye Won is working with Prosecutor Kim now, those two will end up fighting.
Min, now with Hye Won complains, “I’m not lucky tonight.” Seo notes it isn’t luck but because he isn’t playing his hands right. Hong does a good thing with his tiles that I don’t understand. From the sidelines, Han watches Hong and compliments him, “Good Lord. You went all-in already?” Which Hye Won calls heroic.
“Isn’t heroism beautiful?” Seo inquires.
Hye Won’s answer: “Only when you can protect something with it. I’m not a fan of dying in vain.” She puts down her winning tiles, shocking everyone. Even though she always wins.
Young Woo surmises to Han “Your heart must have sunk. You thought she was a faithful dog but she’s a tiger.
Hye Won calls out, “I’ll act like I didn’t hear that.”
Prosecutor Husband gives her a thoughtful looking recalling an earlier tête à tête “How about I get it?” he asks.
“Who do you think is my last opponent?” she responds mysteriously, or rather, as usual. “We’ll see about that.”
Hye Won sits in the hall near Sun Jae’s door waiting. Outside their safe haven.
With everything on the line in her business life, it is telling that she finds herself looking for him there, even if it is for a few minutes. Sun Jae understands this gesture, but still resents it and hates that she uses the expression “stopped by on the way…” somewhere else more important than him. Their conversation is filled with his hurt and accusations. He laughs bitterly hearing she has a new corporate car with a driver. “His girl” has to go “Unless you thought that I was whining for you to play with me then you shouldn’t have come here. Of course you have to make money and struggle for power. For kids like myself to benefit. But your method is so shabby. It’s cheap and there is no end to it.”
“Of course it ends. You wanna bet?” Nope, he already knows he’s going to win. They’ll have to see about that, she says.
Then, echoing her snobbish husband, she tells him to quit the quintet since it isn’t helping him at all.
“That doesn’t matter. I just love how they are getting better little by little. When Dvorak wrote that piece, he edited the song multiple times to not follow the trend. Enjoying the music is all that matters.” “Fine!” she concedes. “Good for you. Don’t walk me out.”
He turns his back to open the door. “I won’t! Your driver is here, anyway.” He shoots a glance back to see if she felt the indictment in his words.
Their eyes almost meet a charged moment. She drops her eyes. “Sleep well.” She adopts a conciliatory tone.
“I will.” She walks away deflated. He doesn’t soften, at least not until she is out of sight.
He pauses before going in and, his head drops, wishing probably they could have had a do over on that conversation. Once inside, he looks around, reflecting on things that make him shake his head.
He goes into the bathroom, still unsettled.
Hye Won arrives home. Ahjumma reports that Kang took the rest of the luggage, and that one of the beds was moved into the basement.
Hye Won’s lone bed remains next to the space that was the Rat’s. She seems to feel the same unease as Sun Jae, only in a much fancier space.
The Best-a Friends-u are drinking at Sun Jae’s. Jong Ha gazes lovingly at the passed out Da Mi, mentioning how pretty she is.
Sun Jae agrees. Joon Hyung wants to ask her out after confessing the sins of his past.
Sitting at his PC, Sun Jae, grins and advises his friend to go for it. “Wait out three months and ten days, then kiss her on a bridge. Then she’ll forgive your past.”
Online, Sun Jae invites Faux Hyung to watch his quintet on Friday. He wants to meet him in person. “The quintet means a lot to me.”
Hye Won Hyung inquires if he has invited his goddess, and is horrified by Sun Jae’s terse answer, “I don’t want to talk about that,” and logs off. She looks like the Sun (Jae) left her world.
Rat approaches Practice Room #7.
We hear the dissonance of all the instruments from other practice rooms tuning or playing. The quintet is hard at work making a goodbye sign.
Scary tense music follows him down the hall. He busts into Cello Snob’s office, “Shouldn’t you disband them?”
“Leave them alone. They’re all dropping out anyway. It is their farewell concert.” To his complete shock, he finds out Sun Jae has withdrawn from the school.
Cello Snob, putting on her coat to leave, invites him to have lunch with her Oppa Prosecutor.
We learn from Jong Soo that Sun Jae turned in his ID and returned the grant money. The TA takes the brunt of Joon Hyung’s frustration about Sun Jae’s betrayal. The Rat flips yet another table, I count three so far, maybe four.
The hapless assistant declines to shut down the goodbye concert, so Joon Hyung threatens to fire him.
The Misfits open the doors wide to their impromptu concert hall.
They begin with the soft first movement, bringing in curious and hopefully supportive students.
Jo joins them and listens appreciatively, while Joon Hyung steams alone in his office. Hye Won arrives, seeing the small crowd gathered outside.
She works her way in to the front to be able to watch Sun Jae – spotting the GOOD BYE sign in the window.
A mixture of pride and grief on her face. They finish to applause all around, and Sun Jae with a “I told you so” grin points at the crowd’s appreciation of their efforts.
After reading the “GOOD BYE” on the window, suddenly, he jumps up and runs out through the people in the hall. Hye Won is not there.
His girl is lost in thought behind her desk. Rather than a rapid succession of options formulated and dismissed, her preoccupation is with something large and heavy.
Nice secretary watches anxiously.
Finally, Hye Won stands up pushing down on her desk to help lift the weight of her concern.
Nervous music plays. Nothing about this scene gives me a good feeling. The secretary asks if she is going out, which she does, slowly, reluctantly.
She heads unhurriedly towards Wang at the desk, who stands and awaits. “I heard that your inauguration as Chairwoman is soon.” “Yes,” Hye Won replies,”I’ll make it grand.” Wang smiles obsequiously.
Hye Won stands now at the finish line, outside the Chairwoman’s office.
The woman has worked decades to overcome the indignities of her poor background. Bending low and behaving badly at the behest of those with wealth. Performing acts that compromised her honor – with great style. Sliding the door open, pausing, then looking back at the secretary. Almost sensuously, she leans on the door before going in, relishing the victory.
Once Hye Won is inside, Wang practically buckles in relief.
Hye Won steps up to the desk, and turns the swivel chair this way and that, in a leisurely fashion.
Later, we see her on the phone with a nervous to please Han. “I don’t feel like I belong in that chair.” Han suggests that she gets one she likes, right? Right?
Young Woo, drinking Scotch, remarks that Han should have been a lot nicer to Hye Won. “It’s not too late to beg,” She suggests before leaving Han to stew. LOL
The goddess-no-more descends from her tower bedroom, dressed in soft pajamas and robe. She is surprised to see Sun Jae in her house, in his jeans and little boy jacket,
He turns, nervously looking at her, then recognizing the woman from the Arts Center rehearsal. “Lee Sun Jae?” The memory of Hye Won asks the memory of Sun Jae. He bows in greeting, then smiles warmly at her.
Present Hye Won, is overcome with his beauty and innocence, recalling how little she knew about him at the time.
She supports herself with the wall. The sincerity in his face strikes her again,
tears fill her eyes and she breathes deeper.
This is the man who gave her his heart unselfishly and completely who wants to rescue her from what she won’t relinquish. A smile slowly appears, but a melancholy one.
She enters the piano room, switching on the light. Sun Jae plays his Schubert for her for the first time again,
and his Bach Prelude without using the pedals, then the explosive coda to the Beethoven sonata,
and she listens like Georges Sand to Chopin They perform together the orgasmic, as well as the lighthearted duets and Sun Jae envelopes her in one of his wonderful hugs.
Sadly, too sadly, she watches the scenes unfold, turns off the light and shuts the door.
Going back upstairs, she pauses, looking down through the glass barrier, this time seeing a mortified Sun Jae at the kitchen table.
This crushed soul from the Cocktail party from hell appears far different from the one who first arrived at her house. Wistful, with resolve in her expression, she looks as if a decision has been made.
She goes up the last flight, one hand trailing behind on the wall.
We get a rare glance into her family life in a phone call to her mother. She is arranging to leave some of her things at her place.
The rest, she is giving away her friends, wanting to replace everything old for the new house.
Sun Jae sleeps soundly. He slowly comes to his senses hearing Hye Won call out his name,
then hurries to let her in, pulling her inside.
“Gently,” she says laughing, closing the door behind her. Wearing casual clothing and a calm smile, she looks up at him.
Before anything, he asks, “You came yesterday, didn’t you?” She admits it and she heard he drank till he passed out at the after party. He wonders, “Why didn’t you tell me? Instead of saying that you stopped by…”
But it is true that she stopped by.
He protests, “Where were you going anway?” She hesitates then says, “This wasn’t planned, but could I have a cup of tea?” He directs her to his bedroom and grudgingly goes to make it.
She sits behind the blue railing and glances around his room, their true home.
Later, sipping their drinks on his bed, she explains she is going in for sentence negotiation, although he doesn’t really want to them to take away her cool factor.
He wonders if she can she trust the prosecutor? Sure. Did she set up the appointment? Seven o’clock. She’s even thinking of getting her hair done beforehand. She likes the tea, and wants to remember this moment with him by its taste. She stands, he asks, “How will you remember it?” hugging her. She should remember it with her whole body. They sway in each others’ arms, then he kisses her. Nice.
After, they lie drowsing in his bed, spooning, his arms over hers. Embracing her tightly and burying his face in her neck, both cherish this chaos free time together knowing their peace is as fragile as eggs in a carton.
Hye Won presents herself, dressed comfortably, to a different and Handsome Prosecutor.
She knows she will be spending some time there before the trial. He tells her she made a difficult decision; she requests to keep “them” in the dark for now.
Ahhhh, the pretty pink USB of truth is in the prosecutor’s hand. After he connects it, she drops a bomb. Not only are there files documenting Seo and Han’s paper companies, but the record of transactions between Seo and Prosecutor Husband. The prosecutor’s “Oh sh^t –jackpot!” is funny to see.
Hye Won declares, “Half of the motivation for this decision was personal. I just couldn’t stand them trying to have everything.”
The departing Misfits let their grievances be known by posting accusations of the Seohan professors’ corruption on the school’s paper bulletin boards. Hopefully, they went online as well, as the sheets get torn down immediately.
Min, Cello Snob and Prosecutor Husband meet and scheme.
Min is surprised that Han turned herself in, but Prosecutor Husband assures him that she must have something up her sleeve. Seo is out. Is Min in?
Han preps with Wang. “Pack my luggage with three days of clothes.”
The chairwoman will need to take a break for a while. Min is worried that the school and foundation are so closely linked, but Prosecutor Husband tells him not to be concerned. Whatever they are talking about, Hannam-dong agreed to. “Anyhow, we will need a specialist to handle the school affairs.”
Cello Snob suggests “You just need to keep this up until the chancellor election.” It is decided that the Board will be changed and Kang will be appointed Dean.
“Of course.” Snob says.
Prosecutor Husband is on the way to Hannam-dong to let Han in on the plans. It is suggested that Min gets out of Dodge for a little while as things will heat up. They chuckle. Jerks.
Han and Seo say good-bye. Han claims she doesn’t want to get picked up. But just in case she gets investigated and put in jail, Seo has to promise to send her some spending money. Young Woo scoffs, “Like you have to worry about that.” Han explains this is winning by default, and cautions the Princess to behave until either she or Hye Won get out first. As she leaves, Prosecutor Husband comes in.
She tells him she is reassured he is leading the case. When she asks about Min, they are not completely forthcoming when they only mention he went to a music festival. Han says good-bye, knowing she will see Hong, Seo’s faithful dog will be in court in Seo’s stead.
A call from an extremely disappointed Prosecutor Dad disrupts any relief party for the Seo Clan. The news of Hye Won’s betrayal is out.
They are going to have a surprise attack with it. Seo’s reaction is deliciously satisfying “I won’t be sleeping in peace tonight.”
Hye Won sits in the interrogation room looking less elegant but also less stressed than in the past.
Handsome Prosecutor is happy to see Hye Won eating and sleeping well. When she asks how they are going to proceed with the charges, he tells her they will be picking the right time to achieve maximum impact. “Waves instead of ripples.” When this gets out, it will shake the foundation to its foundation. She is fine with whatever they do. The clan is already suffering from waiting for the guillotine to drop. She had to consider a lot of things before turning herself, even negotiating with them. But that would only have made her their dog forever.
Jo plays something lovely in Practice Room #7.
It’s like impressionist painting of sunlight on the water. Sun Jae listens, downcast and lonely looking.
Jo asks, “Isn’t Hye Won cool?”
Sun Jae answers “She so cool, it’s a problem.” Jo and Sun Jae don’t know all the facts, but they do know whatever evidence Hye Won brought in was going to have huge repercussions. Jo assures the young man, that although Hye Won is not asking for a reprieve based on extenuating circumstances, the prosecutors may not treat her as harshly as she expects. She could be in for about a year and a half. Still, it’s a long time.
Jo suggests Sun Jae pass the time learning the piece he just played, maybe even win a competition with it. Hye Won would like that.
Sun Jae is delighted to hear the Emory Foundation has agreed to sponsor his preparation for the Busoni Competition.
In court, Han takes the witness stand to accuse Hye Won of bad things. Four months ago, when Hye Won was out of contact for days, she thinks she canceled the trust fund with the intent to flee.
Hye Won stops her council from objecting.
There is a stir to call Lee Sun Jae to the stand, but somehow it is overruled.
Back at Seohan, OMG-You’re-So-Dumb Rat cannot believe they didn’t question Sun Jae into confessing his sin to the world.
Jong Soo tries to explain how that would reflect poorly on his boss. Jo comes in to take out Sun Jae’s paperwork. The Rat’s speaks bitterly of Hye Won, Jo, Ji Soo’s friendship.
Young Woo talks to her father, realizing Hye Won is the winner here. For her husband and him “Living is not really living constantantly fearing what’s to come.” Hye Won really is the big fox.
Hye Won stands to make her final testimony. We finally get to hear what has been rummaging in her mind for all that time. She isn’t going to talk about anyone but herself.
“Neither do I intend to seek a reduced sentence by claiming that I was hired for my crimes. Every crime I have committed was not forced. I acted solely out of my own volition. It was wrong.”
In the audience, Jang Ho asks Da Mi “Can she accuse herself like that? Isn’t it normal to plea innocence?”
Hye Won continues, “Thanks to that, I enjoyed the luxuries that I didn’t deserve. Corporate credit card, house, cars, employees under the foundation’s name. They were the luxuries I could not have possibly gotten on my own. So I wanted to make them mine. Even in the world of music which I had given up. I wanted to exert my influence. As if I was born with such rights. As if they were embedded in my genes. Something that no one could take away from me.” She looks up. “Then one day in my life, very unexpectedly balance sheet of my life was in front of me. Then the values that I had long forgotten asked me a question. How will I live the rest of my life? I vividly remember that very moment. It was a highlight of my life.” She closes her eyes. “It was the moment when for the very first time in my life someone devoted himself just for me.” She is smiling. Sun Jae looks on proudly.
“It’s not that he gave up his life for me or gave a romantic confession.” Hye Won’s eyes well up and her voice breaks.
“He just… busily wiped the floor of his place.” Sun remembers it, too. “All he did was try to provide a clean seat for me. But then I realized that I had never received such devotion from anyone.” Again, we see Sun Jae watch his girl, sending her, encouragement with his smile.
“That I had even considered myself as a means for success. Me who had abused myself into misery. Furthermore I hurt countless people,” Jang Ho puts his arm around DM, moved by Hye Won’s words. “Subjecting them into despair. So I intend to accept my sentence. Regardless of the sentence you give me. I will not appeal to the court. That is all.” Another pleased smile from Sun Jae. He was not wrong to love her that much.
The court adjourns, everyone leaves,
Hye Won and Sun Jae look for each other over the crowd and share their relief, smiling gently.
Poor Sun Jae, though, will be alone now for some time.
At home, Sun Jae plays the Mozart Rondo in A minor for Jang Ho and Da Mi.
The restaurant Ajumma sneaks in with some side dishes and excitedly listens to the beautiful music. Da Mi puts her head on Jang Ho’s shoulder.
At night in the prison, Hye Won’s cell mates gossip about their new friend. They heard she’s gonna be in their 10 years, that she cut a deal with the prosecution, betrayed her boss. and fooled around with a 20 year old boy.
Someone’s snoring, and they realize it’s HER. LOL They don’t like her. Surrounding her, they cut her hair.
She wakes up, afraid at first, then realizes the best strategy is to let them do it.
“Just don’t cut my neck.” She wants to live, and for the first time she’s sleeping soundly which is like a taste of honey. One of the ladies says her son is 20 years old and wants to punish her for her affair. Hye Won suggests they shave her bald, and grimaces while they try.
In the prison visitor’s room, Sun Jae waits nervously for Hye Won. She tries to cover her new hair cut with a joke that her new friends gnawed it off like rats. “How does it look?” Sun Jae, who has been to prison, realizes the horrors she is suffering, and I think may feel a bit guilty for being the catalyst that got her in there.
But with her usual bravado, she jokes to relax him, “I’m so pretty, aren’t I?”
“It suits you,” he answers.
She heard he made it to the finals of the competition, and he promises to win so he can buy plane tickets with the money and they can run off together.
She’s worried people will accuse her of making him panhandle. “But you told me that’s how you take rich people’s money.”
Touché. She has nothing left to teach him now. He looks through the perforated glass at her unflattering hair cut in the ugly prison garb, adoring his goddess.
She lets out a sigh. “You can forget about me. Somehow you came to me and did everything you possible could. You loved me and made it so everything got taken away in a way I never could have done. So I am thankful. It would be OK to leave.”
But what would he do in his empty home? Whether it is one year or ten years, they should they try to live together, fighting some days, making up others. It would be such a waste if they break up without giving it a shot. She considers this for a quick moment. Why not? They might as well jump. He leans towards the glass,
“And, anyway, you are too pretty for me not to try.” Making her chuckle a deeply satisfying way.
He is home playing his Hanil.
We hear his voice over as we see a calm musician focusing on the music, the only thing that matters. “Rondo A Minor. I start the day playing this piece whether it’s sunny or raining, whether I feel joyful or gloomy. I tell the story of the day every day and I say that it’s life. It’s the secret of Mozart. It’s in an undertone, but it’s definitely not a surrender.” Hye Won, meanwhile, enjoys her own version of freedom in prison. Almost affectionately holding onto to the fence that keeps her in.
“’Calmly look at it. Look deeply into it, and try loving it.’ That’s what it whispers. You don’t play this song, you touch it. There are about 2770 notes. And I guess there are a little more than 500 chords? I touch you, dear, in such a way, every day. You… terribly sexy you.”
She smiles at the warm sun on her face.
Sun Jae, off on a separate journey, takes his bags out of his house telling the room. “ll be back.”
As the episode advanced, I felt like I was in a high stakes poker game, drawing good card after good card on my way to a possible but impossible inside Royal Flush. My heart lifted after each great moment. I think the turning point for me was when she went to see him at his apartment to say good-bye. It seemed that only good could have brought her there. Still I needed to know. Will the King get punished? Will the Dopey Jack get his? Will Hye Won accept a 10 year sentence to pay for her sins? Will Queen Han go to jail? Was Sun Jae going to be my Ace? YES! His visit at the prison and his low-key suggestion they might as well try to date when she was released was perfect.
I cried and smiled and nodded in sympathy and finally whimpered in wonder at the beauty of the Sun Jae/Hye Won love story I will always cherish. Thank you, Fate, for bringing together this awesome team of creative hearts and minds. And thank you Team Ahn, for not only counting on luck but hard work to win. They succeeded is making their messages clear: that not all marriages should be endured, that money will never buy happiness, and that love may not make all the bad things go away, but it is worth fighting for. What a great victory, too, for classical music, the biggest star of the drama. We learned about composers and their stories, sad and happy, which made me appreciate their gifts to us even more. The soundtrack is gorgeous and moving and unforgettable. I will be listening for years to come picturing my beautiful Sun Jae at the keyboard.
It has been a helluva week for me. My house is all torn up from having my upstairs bathroom finally remodeled. I had to drive nine hours to bring my daughter back from college. My husband is returning from active duty Monday after being away for months, and my son is looking at his last week before graduating from 8th grade. To top it off, I have a sore throaty flu sending me to the ibuprofen bottle every four hours. Writing this recap with my emotions as messy as my house has turned into an extremely memorable event. I’ve enjoyed during every minute of my sniffling sobs.
Thanks, dear Koala for letting me borrow your platform. Thanks, dear readers, for your lovely words of encouragement. Not only wouldn’t I have done it without you, I wouldn’t have enjoyed the show as much if we all hadn’t tried to explain it to each other. ♥♥♥
I leave you with another song – this one by Nickel Creek. I imagine Hye Won singing this to her troubadour as he goes out to the world on his own. The tune played from my shuffle while I was at work the day the final episode aired, taking me by surprise. I had to run to the Ladies Room to stop my tears. Enjoy.☺
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