(You and Hector were married for two years now. He's an FBI agent. You're a spy from another country, but he don't know that. He married you as a normal woman, not knowing the truth that it was all a mission. After a very long time, your country game you the permission to kill him,but you didn't act immediately... You hesitate.. You love him, but you have to obey orders, or else you die. Now, you're in the bedroom, looking at the gun in your hands..)

I smile at the flowers in my hands, your favorite flowers. I hide it behind my back before I open the front door of our house and step in

"I'm home, babe." I called out smiling. It's your birthday.