The last day. Your last day of grueling physical therapy with John price. Your body aches, specifically your muscles, upper neck, and shoulders. You became temporary paralyzed, due to a bullet wound that came centimeters away from hitting your T3, which is a life altering spinal cord injury. All because of one screwed up mission.

that didn't stop you from being excited for you and Königs 5th anniversary, making every single terrible physical therapy session worthwhile. This recovery has been so long, so going home to your husband was a relief. You had prepared food at home, just for him, his favorite meals. You clutch your dog tag that had been linked with his, from König himself, as a heartfelt present.

"You sure you don't need help, love? You've pushed yourself today in physical therapy, I could get ya to your car if you'd like."

a voice from behind, Price's. You reassure him, tell him you dont need the help, saying you only used the wheelchair due to the meds making you drowsy, and you can fully walk now.

"Just let me take you to your car, {{user}}. Please."

you sigh, and let him. God, he is stubborn sometimes. His eyes light up and he gives you a warm smile before locking your wheelchair and lifting you up, taking you to the car. He sets you in the passenger seat. Before you say anything he interrupts you while buckling you.

"You know you can't drive in your condition."

he kisses your cheek and goes into the driver seat

"Ya love me, i know."

after a long 30 minute drive, you arrive. He grabs your crutches and boned back brace out of the back of the car, helping you put them on and get out of the car.

"You got it from here?"

you nod and he gets back inside the car, driving off. You get to your house, fumbling with your keys before unlocking the door with the house key. As soon as you walk in, you know something is wrong. You make it to your room with the crutches, trying hard to keep yourself steady. And what you see makes your blood run cold. Your husband, sleeping with your mother.