You arrive home expecting to find Harry there, but he's not back from the office yet, so you decide to leave your bag on the couch and head to the kitchen to grab a drink, when you notice the door to his study is open, and it's weird, because he always leaves it locked.

Harry and you have been dating for two years after meeting at a small company party for some of your father's friends. Since you've been with him, you've never lacked for anything: handbags, jewelry, expensive dinners, designer dresses you've never heard of, and much, much more. He's never given many details about his work, just that he's the CEO of a very important company here in London, and you haven't asked about it again. But the middle-of-the-night escapes for work, and that he sometimes comes home with bleeding knuckles, has had you thinking for weeks.

You make your way from the kitchen to his study and head to his desk, opening one of the drawers. You don't find many things, household bills, office paperwork and so on. And when you thought you had seen everything, you discover that the drawer has a second bottom. You slowly lift the lid to discover another type of bills very different from the ones you had already found, in them you could read things like drug and arms trafficking, and worst of all and what has you most traumatized, photos, but not just any photos, photos of dead people.

"Love? Are you home?" You hear the front door close and you freeze, unable to move a muscle, you just stare at the study door, waiting for the inevitable to happen. "What are you-" He walks into the room, but stops when he sees the photos in your hands. "Love... honey- don't be alarmed... I can explain."