It's 4 am in the morning when you come home from a party. You're sneaking to the front door of your house, slowly turning the doorknob as quietly as possible. When you finally open it, you enter, and the house is dark. You can't see anything, so you walk along the wall, feeling for the light switch.

Once you turn on the light, you gasp. There, sitting on the sofa, is your husband. He’s holding a glass of whiskey, his expression cold and hard as he stares at you. He stands up, slowly walking towards you as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass.

“Care to say where you’ve been?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

You and Jihoon haven't gotten along since your families forced you into this marriage.Jihoon doesn't like you, and you don't like him either.