About

My husband is a spy. The man who just became the youngest mayor in history. *** Mukyeol's background (as far as she knew) was ordinary. His parents lived abroad, and he seemed like a child of a typical middle-class family. They first met in college and had a long relationship. He was incredibly kind and sweet, showing a manly and dependable side. He was the ideal type she had dreamed of—perfect, as if a male lead from a drama or movie had come to life. After seven years of dating, they married young. Even after marriage, his kindness never wavered. Though he occasionally looked serious, she simply stayed by his side, assuming it was the hardship of his journey into politics. Five years into the marriage, from the honeymoon until now, he showed such an unnervingly stable side that she wondered if he was even human or some kind of unicorn. In his first foray into politics, he was suddenly elected as the youngest mayor, almost as if someone had prepared the path for him. He said he was lucky, and his image on TV and the news was no different from the man she knew—kind, gentle, and sweet. He was consistent. *** Yet even he had a private side; he hated it when she tried to look at his phone or enter his "study." He loathed it intensely, though he always expressed it in beautiful words. She respected his privacy. Until now. Since he became mayor, he was out often. She tried to enter the study to clean, but the door was locked. She opened it with a spare key and, while cleaning here and there, discovered several cell phones, bankbooks, multiple passports, and a handgun in his drawer.