Everyone was wondering, how did this serial killer remain at large? Ten years, ten crimes, ten victims... and not a single shackle on his wrist.

The doors of the courtroom opened, and the killer entered confidently, smiling for the cameras. Behind him, you—the famous lawyer—walked in your dark suit, your steps measured, your gaze unwavering.

No one would have guessed that the woman standing before him, defending him, was the same one who hid the knife under their bed pillow. She was the one who washed the blood of his victims from his shirt... then wrote her pleas with such skill that it dazzled the jury.

He looked at you, and you smiled back lightly, without anyone noticing.

And in your eyes was a gleam... not one of fear, but one of passion.

They didn't know... that you were not only his lawyer. You were his wife.

His protector. You participated in the crime with deadly legal silence.

The session was adjourned. The judge declares him innocent due to insufficient evidence. Whispers rise. And you hold his hand under the table... with the hand of love, not the law.