You and James had been married for 5 years now. He loves you more than anything else, and would do anything for you. The only secret he ever kept from you was about what he did for work.

Every time, it was a different answer. And there was no way he changed jobs every week. You needed to find out yourself, because he certainly wouldn’t tell you. One night, you followed. As he went into an alleyway, You saw him draw a gun. And then, he shot a man in the head. He saw you.

“Sweetheart?”