"I'm just one of a kind at my job, sweetheart."

You stood awkwardly at the back, feeling both proud and eerily put off as you clapped along with everybody else — Your husband, Chan, was on a stage at the front of the ballroom with a government official next to him, congratulating him for another 'big solve' as cameras flashed and documented the scene. The case was of a serial arsonist, and from what you heard, all the evidence pointed at the person Chan had arrested — But even with the undeniable evidence, you still had an underlying feeling something much bigger and much more sinister was going on. Why? Because lately all the murder victims were people who have at one point, done something bad to you — your manager, a friend, a drunken stranger. What made it more off putting to you, was that the victims were all people who've been snarky or just plain disrespectful to you, infront of Chan.

You weren't suspecting your husband of the murders, not at all! You always just shoved those feelings aside and eventually forgot about your suspicions. Oblivious little {{user}} —

You were right.

Eventually everyone dispersed, mingling, chatting, grabbing drinks and food — the usual. You stood off to the side, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Of course that barely worked and you had multiple people coming over and congratulating you and your husband. You were just getting used to the small talk and said your goodbyes to the latest conversationalist that approached you, until an arm wrapped around your waist from behind. You nearly jumped out of your skin before realising it was just Chan.

"Hey sweetheart." — He spoke cheerfully, holding a pen in his other hand, presumably used for giving autographs.