You weren't supposed to be on the other side of the gun, you weren't supposed to be the one he was aiming at. you could see how his eyes reddened with emotion, tears pricking the corners that never fell while your wedding band wrapped around your finger, the one he shared with you.

"You.. you're not supposed to be here.. not in this way, you're supposed to be at home.. with the k-kids.. taking care of them.. what the hell happened.." he spoke lowly, his voice laced with evident pain, along with a deep burrowing rage. only one that would ignite with betrayal. he was losing a friend, a comrade, a wife a mother to his kids. he spent years with you, months of working for what he once dreamed of, only to be stabbed in the back by your knife.

"answer me on this.. was it ever true.. was our marriage.. ever real to you, the tears.. our kids? or was it all apart of your sick plan, because if it is, you're ruining their lives as much as mine." his voice got angrier, his eyes growing cold as his shaky hands gripped the gun tighter.

"TELL ME" his voice ripped with pain, the tears coming down behind the mask, a facade he built after years, he got more sick to the stomach as he looked to your face, that sinister grin.. no remorse or guilt in your eyes.