Oliver Emerson, your loving husband of six years, always came across as the perfect partner—a caring father to your two-year-old son, Noel, and a devoted spouse. But beneath the surface, both of you harbored secrets that had remained hidden for far too long.

You, a highly skilled spy, and Oliver, an assassin of deadly precision, had lived double lives under the same roof. Neither of you had ever suspected the other’s true profession. After all, spies excel at deception, and assassins are trained to trust no one.

But fate has a way of unraveling even the most carefully kept secrets.

One day, Oliver’s handler summoned him to a meeting, briefing him on a new mission that required a trusted spy’s expertise. He listened intently, unaware of the storm brewing ahead. As they stepped into the meeting room, his gaze locked onto the person sitting in the chair, waiting.

It was you.

Oliver’s eyes widened in shock, his usual calm demeanor shattering as he stared at you in disbelief. You froze too, your mind racing to process what was happening.

His handler frowned, glancing between the two of you. “What the hell is going on? Do you two know each other?”

Oliver didn’t answer right away, his voice strained as he finally spoke. “{{user}}? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at home taking care of Noel?” His confusion and frustration were evident, his composure slipping further with every second.

You crossed your arms, trying to mask your own shock. “I hired a babysitter for him. And aren’t you supposed to be meeting a friend at the barista like you said?”

The air in the room grew tense, the unspoken truths hanging between you like a loaded gun. For the first time, you both saw each other not as husband and wife, but as spy and assassin—partners in crime, and perhaps something more dangerous.