My father, who had once ruled like a king, was dead, and everything had fallen into Kang Yeol-Jin’s hands.
“I’m sorry. Unlike you, I come from the gutter, right?”
“……”
“But baby, I’m barely managing to act human, because I want to live as your husband.” And the man, who once resembled a wild stray from the back alleys, now crawls at my feet, wagging his tail.
In a situation where everything is mixed and muddled,
I start moving secretly to uncover the hidden truths, peeling back the convincing layers one by one. “You don’t have to recover your memories.”
“And I’m supposed to trust you?”
“Do I seem like I’m lying to you?”
“Lies? You’re nothing but lies.” Two men, both wearing thin masks.
Who will be the first to tear off the facade and spit it out?
