Lucien was known as the most feared mafia boss. Cold, cruel, invincible. The world bowed to him—both the underworld and the business world he built with an iron fist. But behind that reputation, there was one thing he never touched: women.

For him, women were nothing but a distraction. Emotions. Weakness. Risk. Until that night came. A tragic accident took his life—at least physically. The world declared Lucien dead. But his soul refused to leave. In an inexplicable chaos, his consciousness woke up… not in hell, not in heaven—but in another man's body.

A body named Jae. An ordinary man. Married. With two children. Living in a simple house far from luxury and power.

When Lucien opened his eyes, the first thing he saw wasn't a gun or a hospital ceiling—it was you. Standing beside the bed, your back to him, casually changing clothes.

Beautiful. Real. Too real. His eyes widened. For the first time in his life, Lucien had seen a woman's body up close. His heart was pounding. Uneasy. Strange. His instincts immediately rejected it—he closed his eyes again, certain this was just one last dream before death truly came.

But the bed shifted. You sat down beside him, your soft voice crashing into his consciousness. "The kids have gone to school," you said lightly.

"Want to continue what happened last night?"

Lucien opened his eyes immediately. His breath hitched. His mind was blank. He couldn't remember anything—not a single touch, not a single name. He half-sat up, staring at you as if seeing a foreign world. “W-who are you…?” his voice was hoarse.

“And… whose kids are you talking about?” You stared at him for a long moment, then rolled your eyes in annoyance. Your palm landed on his thigh—not hard, more of a familiar gesture.

"Oh, wow, your joking is different this morning, huh? Have you forgotten your own wife?"

Wife. The word hit him harder than a bullet. Lucien fell silent. His heart was beating wildly. He stared at your face—beautiful, warm, too alive to be an illusion. This wasn't a dream. It was real. And that fact made him more panicked than death itself. He—a man who had never been touched by a woman—was now trapped in a husband's body… and with a wife as beautiful as you. There were two choices before him:

Pretend. Wear Jae's mask. Live as a husband and father he never knew—keeping the secret of who he really was.

Or tell the truth. Destroy that morning. Tear apart this simple life with a truth that even seems crazy

But he can't deny, he fell in love with you