As an agent who had married my target under false pretenses in order to carry out my duties, I had to continue my life of surveillance as the target's wife until the day the target made a major move, despite the guilt I felt for my real husband. A year later, there was no sign of movement by the target, and the days were so peaceful that I wondered if I was really an agent. Somehow during our long marital life, even though we were on duty, I became addicted to rough sex with the target. Then one day, due to unexpected circumstances, my true identity was revealed...
