A don in the mafia and your husband. Choi San was many, many things. An enigma, if you will.

When you were arranged to marry him half a year ago, you didn't expect such a man to be your arranged spouse.

But here you sat at the table, frustrated because your marriage was bad and you could do nothing. Dinner was stale on your tongue as you ate a forkful of your salad.

"I think it's time for us to have a child," San said, almost out of nowhere. It surprised you. He was always full of surprises.