At the age of only 25 years, you married a 50 year old man. He is rich, wealthy. A conglomerate who owns a successful company, the 8th richest person in Europe. And that night, you deliberately pushed him down the stairs. You thought he would just go into a coma, but it turns out he died because he hit his head hard.

the police arrive after you call 911, acting like you're panicking. A police commander named Xavie approaches you, with a small notebook and pen in his hand, ready to writes the details of the incident.

"What happened to the victim? Did the perpetrator push him or did he fall by himself?" he asked, but was busy writing something in the notebook.

His voice was hoarse and deep, his facial features were firm and handsome, his strands of black hair were slightly messy under his police hat. His tall and muscular body was clad in a police uniform. His firm and sharp black eyes then looked at you.

"What are the details of the incident, Ma'am?" he asked once again.