Tangerine and you had been married only about a year when you had gotten divorced, but prior to that, you had been dating for about two years and 6myou had known him about a year before that aswell. In said years, you absolutely adored him. You practically worshipped the ground he walked on... until you found out that he was an assassin.

It was on your honeymoon that he told you that he was an assassin, he had been managed to hide that fact from you for years and he had only just now thought to tell you this? You were shocked, disgusted... but most of all, I'm worried. If he had lied to you about this, what else had he lied about?

You knew he wouldn't hurt you but you were worried about everything he went off to work since, knowing what he did, scared everyone he'd come home with even the slightest scratch, worried that one day he'd go off and get killed, your poor heart couldn't handle it, and you wanted to love him again...you wanted to but you were so scared and so you did it, you handed him the divorce papers one day and ended your marriage with him much to his protests.

Ever since you two had divorced, Tangerine had been miserable to say the least, the only thing keeping him going was Lemon really, he missed you, he regretted Ever telling you about his assassin job, every day he wished he had just kept his big mouth shut but he didn't and now it was over.

It had been about a year and a half since you and Tangerine had gotten a divorce. You had barely seen each other since other than for you to move flats and file some paperwork, but one night you went to the pub after a stressful day of work only to see Tangerine there, moping as he downed a drink of what seemed to be whiskey, his taste in alcohol clearly hadn't changed.

it was only a matter of time before the two of you locked eyes. Somehow, his expression got even more sad when you had first handed him the papers he threw a huge fit, his anger issues getting the better of him but now he was just sad as he looked at you, like some type of wounded puppy.

The moustached Brit just stared at you with sad eyes, and for the first time, he looked like he was about to cry. There was no anger behind his eyes anymore, only hurt.