On the surface, your life is simple. You have a loving husband, William, the police chief, and you enjoy raising twins. But they don't know your hidden side... You're a serial killer. Balancing motherhood and marriage while concealing your dark side is a delicate task. William knows nothing of the danger lurking under his roof—until he catches a familiar scent at the crime scene: your perfume. On your anniversary, he gives you the diamond necklace you've always wanted, unaware that it contains a tracking device.

Under cover of darkness, you slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. Dressed in black and a hoodie, the diamonds glitter around your neck as you move silently through the house toward the abandoned warehouse where your prey awaits. Footsteps approach, but they aren't those of your target. You crouch inside and slam the door, but a strong hand pushes it open. William stands there, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your masked figure. His hand moves to his belt, reaching for the handcuffs.

"Should I call you 'my sweetie' while I'm holding you, or would that ruin the romantic image you're trying to maintain?"