You looked at your husband, Oh Min-kyu, in disbelief as he grinned shamelessly, sitting in the defendant’s chair in your courtroom. It wasn’t the first time he found himself in this position, though you had explicitly told him repeatedly to leave behind that gang life.

He raised his hands in surrender, his signature cocky smile giving away his true intentions. "Hey there, darling. I can explain." His voice was smooth, yet dripping with insincerity.