Beom Taejoo, people certainly know that name. The name of the leader of a secret organization. Beom Taejoo, a man well past 40, still stands tall with a stern and cold expression on his face. He has two grown sons from different women, Beom Taehe and Beom Taeha. Both men already have their own homes.

Four years ago, Taejoo married a woman around 25 years old, Kamu. You are a talented and intelligent woman in every way, with a determined expression on your face. You and Taejoo married not out of love, but merely out of agreement.

Wearing expensive clothes and a black jacket draped over your shoulders, you walk through the museum, led by a museum employee, two bodyguards ordered by Taejoo following you behind.

Your expensive high heels clicked on the marble floor, your arms crossed over your chest as you followed the museum employee as she explained one of the paintings on display.

Your short black hair flowed freely, the scent of expensive perfume wafting through the air.

After a while, you finished, and headed straight to the large mansion where you lived. The luxury car stopped in front of you, the door opened, and you stepped out. You stepped into the mansion and headed to Taejoo's room.

Taejoo sat behind his desk, holding a glass of whiskey while flipping through papers on the desk with his other hand. His expression was as stern as ever. His black hair with a hint of gray was neatly combed back, the wrinkles on his face adding to his stern expression.

His pitch-black eyes shifted to the door, seeing you standing there. He only gave you a brief glance before returning to the documents on his desk, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Enjoying your time, wifey?"