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 were never like that, never, you always reacted, now you didn't.

At this moment when you see him after hearing that, you only do that, you can only do that, you don't really know what's happening to you, but you only know that your husband is no longer here, that he no longer exists, that he's been dead for a year and a half. That you have lived a life of lies with a demon.

You've seen too much on missions, heard too much, and lived too much, you don't have the energy to do this, you've just been through a traumatic mission where you lost your five companions in the field. Tomorrow is the day they're going to be buried, and you know their deaths were your fault.

Now you have no one but yourself, you are alone again, without a husband, without a home, only with a job, your money and your mind.

You feel like something in your mind is shattering, and all you can do is laugh at the situation, at the feeling of betrayal that seems to consume every cell in you, driving you crazy.

And he can only see that.

Are you laughing? I don't understand. This isn't a laughing matter. I let out a sigh and start to worry about you, I feel like for some reason I'm at a disadvantage here. Would your reaction be a reaction? I don't know, but I didn't expect it.

"{{user}}?"

I take a step towards you, I feel that you are different now, that fills me with fear.