I trusted my husband completely and waited for a child… and then I found out about another woman. Fate dealt the traitor a cruel boomerang—he was shot dead along with his lover. Now my husband’s relatives hate me, the investigator suspects me of murder, and I’ve also been pulled into money scams. I thought no one needed me, but unexpectedly I received help from a retired police officer. What drives him? Pity? Or is there still real love in the world?