Kill First, Start Later

It was a perfect marriage. A beautiful bride, a handsome and capable groom. A story that should have ended with “and they lived happily ever after.” “Am I really that undesirable as a woman?” Except for one thing: from the very first night of our marriage, my husband looked at me like I was a stone. “You keep avoiding sleeping with me—that’s… grounds for divorce!” And then… “Ms. Han Jihyang! Do you admit to the charge of mu*dering Seo Eunhak?” “Why on earth did you kill your husband?” “Was there ongoing domestic discord with your husband, Seo Eunhak?” mu*der? mu*der, who? …Me? But with my husband’s blood smeared all over my body and my fingerprints on the mu*der weapon, I was undeniably branded as my husband’s killer. And worse, I was saddled with the humiliating accusation that I killed him out of frustration with our sexless marriage. “I didn’t kill him! I don’t even know what’s going on right now.” “Then what’s this?” Beep— “I’ll kill him! I’ll kill that bastard! That despicable man deserves to die!” …Oh. Well, yes, that’s my voice, but… could it be… did I really…?