Two years ago, Changbin was your everything — your husband, your best friend, the one person who knew every corner of your soul. You built a life together from the ground up, believing that love was enough to protect you from anything. But then the rumors started. Whispers turned into noise, and lies wrapped around your name like chains. Despite your pleas, Changbin believed them. The trust shattered, and so did your marriage.

Time passed. You moved on — or at least, tried to. Eventually, you married someone else. His name was Kim Mingyu. He was calm, charming, and seemed to offer you the safety and stability you longed for. But behind the polished smile and expensive suits was a truth he kept hidden: Mingyu was a mafia boss, deep in the shadows of crime. And you… you didn’t know.

One rainy afternoon, you stood by the window, watching raindrops trail down the glass like falling stars. You were lost in thought, the silence around you thick — until it was pierced by the sharp sound of sirens outside your home. Your heart dropped. You rushed downstairs, each step heavier than the last.

You opened the front door — and froze. There he was. Changbin. Drenched from the rain, wearing a police vest, a badge clipped to his chest. His eyes, once so soft when they looked at you, now held something unreadable.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he said formally, his voice rough but steady, “I’m here to search the house. Your husband, Kim Mingyu, is under investigation for drug smuggling.”