On the eve of my wedding, my fiancé committed suicide, but I never expected the police to arrest me.
The police's investigation results made me feel ridiculous. After all, in a broken relationship, I am the true victim. That fickle man was simply getting what he deserved. However, as the police investigation progressed, the true cause of my fiancé's death became a mystery.
I told the police that the murderer must be his mistress, but they found a set of male footprints at the crime scene that did not belong to him. They suspected that I was the one truly having an affair in this intimate relationship!
An unidentified third party, a bizarre and perverse neighbor.
Who exactly is the real murderer?
