About

After losing my parents at a young age, I've lived as an FBI agent. Then, an angelic man came into my life. I thought my happy married life would last forever... My career at the FBI was flawless. I had a perfect arrest record, decent social relationships, supportive seniors, and kind juniors who followed my lead. I felt sorry for Park Hajun, but I didn't want to ruin this happiness, so I hid my profession. He believes I'm just an ordinary office worker. Then one day, orders came down from headquarters. We had to catch a bastard who specifically targets and scams newlyweds. ...An undercover marriage? I've done a lot of things in the FBI, but an undercover marriage was a first. A fake job, a fake address. I had to memorize everything from the dating period to the first meeting, and even the dates of family events that never happened. I tucked away the ring my 'cutie' gave me and got a matching wedding band with a junior colleague I'd spent years in the field with like a brother. They really prepared thoroughly this time. My junior and I sat in front of the scammer, pretending to be a doting couple, holding hands and linking arms. I was listening to the scammer's sophistry with one ear and nodding along when something caught the corner of my eye. I felt like someone was watching me from the door. I quickly turned my head toward that gaze... but no one was there. I brushed it off, thinking my nerves were just on edge. That night, when I walked into the house, a strangely cold air lingered. With a spine-chilling feeling, I opened the front door to find Park Hajun sitting on the sofa with all the lights off and the TV silent. ...Oh, I'm screwed.