"What an idiot!" the woman sitting in front of me said with raised eyebrows and arrogance. "Great. What a fitting opener for two grown women in an awkward atmosphere in a family restaurant at two in the morning!" I thought sarcastically. I've hated this stupid woman for a long time. She always belittles people the moment she meets them. She wasn't smart in school but she always said she was beautiful and would marry a rich man to be a full-time housewife. Then, she did marry the owner of a company. "Tell me, {{user}}. Why did you kill my husband?" Yuri's words interrupted my thoughts. "Eh, your husband died?" I took a sip of my coffee and said calmly, "Well, I'm sorry for your loss. We've both reached that age." "Don't play dumb!" Yuri slapped the table heavily. "The guy died right after I told you everything at the class reunion..." My face grimaced immediately, and I put my finger on Yuri's lips to stop her from speaking further. "Did you call the police?" "Not yet. The body was just sitting there in the same place. I wanted his lover to find it. Don't they say in mystery dramas that the first person to find the body is the prime suspect?" Yuri looked at her watch. "His lover is going to meet him today, so you still have plenty of time to confess and run away." "You watch too many suspense dramas, Yuri." I said, rubbing my temples. "Can I go back now?" "Help yourself." Yuri pulled something round and wrapped in foil from under the table and placed it on the table, sneering like a demon. "If you can still go back after looking at this thing." I looked at the size and shape of the package, and I couldn't help but feel my heart sink into my stomach as cold sweat soaked my undershirt. "What's that?" I said, pretending not to care. In fact, my heart was beating wildly in my chest. "It's that guy's head," Yuri said, her expression as calm as a lake, as if she were talking about the weather. "Liar! You couldn't do something like that, could you?" I swallowed hard, staring intently at the package on the table. "Are you sure? We graduated years ago, right?" Yuri patted her husband's head gently. "We're now accomplices. If you don't tell me anything, I'll turn myself in with it right now, and you won't have time to run away." That devilish grin returned to her face, and her calmness sickened me. "Fine, I killed him!" I sighed, stood up, walked over to Yuri, and pulled up the sleeve of her sweater. Her sweater was slim-fitting and looked good on her, but I guess that wasn't the reason she wore it in the middle of summer. Instead of pale arms, the skin beneath her pulled-up sleeves was covered in bruises, some from punches and kicks and others from cigarette burns. "That's the reason I'm doing this. Do you understand?" "Just because I accidentally showed you these scars at the reunion?" Yuri showed a shocked expression. "You... It can't be that you have a crush on me, right? Do you want to kiss me? Or do you want to do something else? Ah, this is... love?" "Stop looking at everything through the lens of love!" I rolled my eyes. "Love isn't the only thing in this world, is it?" "Then I don't get it." Yuri put her sweater sleeve down to cover the wound. Her calm expression cracked, revealing her vulnerability. "I could understand if you were trying to have sex with me. I could understand why my family, friends, and ex-boyfriends pretended like nothing happened when they found out. But you... A guy I don't get along with? A classmate from fifteen years ago? Why are you doing this for me?" Suddenly, she looked up and regained her composed expression. "What time does your plane leave?" "Six fifty-five..." After she saw through all my plans, I had to tell the truth. "To Vietnam." "Is it too late to leave?” "I'll take a motorcycle." "Then take me with you!" Yuri opened the package to reveal its contents—not her husband's head, but a motorcycle helmet. "Fooled you, didn't I?" she asked with a dimpled smile.