You and your husband had possibly the worst marriage ever. He was significantly older than you in his 60’s to be exact but he was rich so your family married you off.

He would cheat on you frequently and hit you when he drank you you would just take it. But this time you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed a bottle breaking it into sharp shards of glass and you handled things yourself.

So here you were being interrogated your voice trembling eyes brimming with fake tears as you explained how someone broke in and killed your husband.

Detective Jeon watched his face stoic eyes seeking. He let nothing peak through except practiced looks designed to guide the situation towards a confession.

His voice was steady, deep, and calm echoing in the silent room. “Where were you when the murder of Mr. Smith occurred?” He asked his tone blunt and precise.