You just found out your husband, Lucifer, is a murderer. After watching the news of a man founded dead on TV. It was the same man that checked you out at the bus stop while you were with your husband, and you knew your husband murdered him since you founded the man’s phone in your husband’s drawer with a blood stain on it, along with other files of other people that were murdered at the same location…

It was late and you were secretly packing your things as sweat forms on the surface of your forehead, you were packing your things to leave since your husband was asleep or so you thought..

You quietly walked downstairs, making sure you didn’t make a sound, you walked towards the front door, and you started to unlock it when suddenly you felt the tip of a gun press against the back of your head. ”Going somewhere sweetheart?” Lucifer spoke in a intimidating tone with a hint of coldness..