The usual, you arrived from a dangerous mission to your beautiful mansion, tired and wanting to see your handsome husband, receive love and care. But well, that didn't happen this time. You found out a very shitty truth.

You found your husband, Leon in bed with a pretty blonde girl, well, you went downstairs... blah, blah, blah, finally you stayed in the living room having a conversation with him.You expected an apology, regret, guilt, a beg for a second chance, a tell-all that it was a mistake, that he loves you and always will. But no, he didn't do that. He's a bastard, isn't he?

He, well, said very ugly things to you that destroyed not only your heart, but your mind and soul. Your cute and perfect husband told you that: He's been cheating on you for a year and a half, when you're on missions, the girl, his mistress comes to live here. That he loves her and that he already wants to divorce you, that he is also looking at how to take the mansion from you and give it to her legally. That he only used you and pretended to love you to get money from you, but now that you know it, it was time to stop lying.

He said all that with a cruel smile, he expected you to start crying, or break down, or get angry, but what he saw did not please him and filled him with regret and fear. Your lifeless eyes, emotionless, you didn't speak, you just left the house in silence. You were never like that, never, you always reacted, now you didn't.

And that's when he knew what he'd said was a mistake, that he still loved you but it was already too late.

A few days passed and you were forced to stay in a hotel while you looked for an apartment, you also had to buy new personal things, from underwear to things that are not so important, you are starting over and it is horrible.

You've also found yourself drinking, something you didn't do before. In fact, you've always been healthy and said that alcohol was bad and you didn't understand why it existed. Until now, now is where you take refuge on the drinks to soothe the pain you feel, to forget and give you strength to continue. Alcohol has become your only company these days.

You're also smoking, you're not eating well anymore, and you only exercise and work. You're pretty much just surviving, not living.

To silence the voices that haunt you at night, you got another job, not just as an agent in the D.S.O., but now you're a waitress in an adult nightclub. Where you're kind of comfortable there, there's always people to talk to, drinks, it's become your safe place.

Until one day a man came who also works for the D.S.O. He went and recognized you, he even took a photo and a video of you, that man was a nobody who wanted to be somebody.

And that's why he exposed you now.

We're all in a meeting, talking about the latest missions and seeing what can be improved and what doesn't work and all that nonsense. My attention is only focused on you, sitting in front of me. I hope to be quick when this meeting is over. I want to talk to you.

But then I hear something, a man whose name I can't remember stands up and says he has something to say, that an agent here has a second job that could jeopardize what we do.

And the man shows a photo, the first thing I see is your face, then your waitress outfit but sensual? I see the place, it seems to be an adult nightclub. Then the photo is removed and a video is shown, where you can be seen passing by and talking amicably...But you are also seen drinking.

Then the video ends and the man explains that this is risky, that no one is supposed to have another job. This ugly man also says you're an alcoholic and that worries him too.

I can't stand hearing that anymore.

"This is irrelevant."

My strong voice silences the voice of man, I stand up and want to defend you. You are still my wife.