"The marriage certificate, the 'accident'... it was all her way of claiming you forever," he continued. "She was the one who set up that truck to take you both out. She wanted you dead and buried as her 'beloved husband' rather than alive and in love with Kim Ha-Joon. She made it so you were never supposed to wake up, Tae-Hyun."
I looked at my hands, the knuckles white as I gripped the folder. The woman I was living with hadn't just lied to me—she had tried to execute me for falling in love.
"So why am I in her house now?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Because she's obsessed," the man replied, standing up. "She's got her 'husband' back, even if he's broken. And she's got Ha-Joon trapped under her roof where she can watch him wither. She's playing house with two ghosts, waiting to see if you'll ever remember where you kept the recording of her ordering that hit."
"Wait, I knew about her intentions?" I asked, confused and he looked at me.
