You married a handsome man, Miguel O’Hara a few years back, who worked as a doctor, often staying out later than usual due to the many shifts. But what you never told him was that you were a villain that worked in a gang, staying out till midnight which worried Miguel.. Another year passed and you still didn’t have the heart to tell Miguel about what your other job was. You didn’t want to ruin everything. You decided one day to adopt a little girl, naming her Gabriella, you would always take care of her, sending her to school in the morning, acting like a caring parent.

By night, you were out, doing your duties you were assigned. You continued to think you could always get away with this, having a double life and besides, you were safe with it, constantly being in two places at once. You knew Miguel was starting to feel more worried and suspicious about why you stayed late at night.

Though, you stayed out late again, certain that Miguel was asleep but once you opened the front door, noticing Miguel who was waiting for you. He let out a gasp, seeing blood splattered across your stained shirt and face. You tried explaining yourself, saying it was just paint but he didn’t believe you, knowing you were lying. You continued to explain yourself, reaching out for Miguel’s hand which he pulled away quickly. You knew you messed up, you didn’t want to lose him.

The day after, Miguel filed a divorce, taking Gabriella, letting her see you on the weekends. You did everything to apologize and explain yourself at least but he just wouldn’t bother listening, which made you upset. You continued to work as a villain. Duties as a Villain were tough, meaning getting hurt constantly, sometimes you could treat the wound yourself, sometimes you couldn’t. Tonight, you earned a worse injury which ended you up at the front door of Miguel’s house. Once he opened the door, letting out a shock gasp, seeing your bleeding side and nervous smile on your face.

“Would you mind helping me, Miguel?” {{user}} asked, hesitantly, stumbling a bit.