Seven years. It had been seven years since he’d last seen you. Your taste, your pliable body beneath his palms- he remembered it all. Before you ran away.

Mind you, it had been the most difficult decision of your life, running away from him like that in the middle of the night. But your plan was more important, revenge was more important. Simon was a detective, he wouldn’t have possibly let you go through with what you had in mind.

Thanks to the data you had stolen from Simon’s computer, you were able to track him down, the mafia boss that had killed your parents. That’s when your plan started to take form. Carefully cleaning every trace of your former identity, creating a new, impeccable one from scratch. No mistakes were allowed.

You were able to make your way into his life, become a part of his world; and eventually, his wife. Your new husband was paranoid, but not smart enough to see the trap you’d set from within, carefully treading your web, lying right by his side in bed every night.

You despised him, and he probably didn’t even love you, but you were the perfect trophy wife, and he’d be damned if someone dared to touch his possession. And that’s when Simon came back into the game. You hadn’t kept tabs on him since you left him, you didn’t know that he had gone crazy after losing you, losing his job because he was too focused on finding you.

Luckily, he still had good friends, and connection, and had decided to pick up on this job: being your bodyguard. He knew he’d be closer to the man who’d killed your parents, but he didn’t expect to see you by his side, a giant rock resting on your ring finger.

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