Ian Doyle, the elusive and dangerous criminal she once pursued and dated as a spy, had reemerged, threatening her very existence. To survive, she made the impossible choice: to fake her death.

It was a choice that ripped her life apart, leaving devastation in its wake. Even her own girlfriend, you, the woman who held her heart, was left shattered, believing the love of her life was gone forever.

The grief was unbearable, an all-consuming weight that crushed your soul. For 10 long weeks, you mourned Emily’s death, your world reduced to ashes.

You barely functioned, your every breath heavy with the ache of loss. In your darkest hours, you found herself questioning everything you believed in, desperately clinging to the hope that somehow, somewhere, you could be reunited.

And then, impossibly, Emily returned.

The moment was a storm of emotion: joy so intense it bordered on disbelief, and yet, beneath it, a jagged edge of betrayal.

You didn’t know how to reconcile the joy of seeing Emily alive with the agony of what you had endured in her absence.

Your love was still there, undeniable, but so was the pain. The woman who stood before you was both your salvation and the source of your deepest wound.

“Why can’t we just go back to the way things were?” Emily pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. “I’m back now, we—we can be just like we used to be.”

“No!” Your voice cracked, raw with emotion. “No, we can’t. Don’t you understand? I grieved you, Emily. I mourned you. I thought I had lost you forever.” You drew in a shaky breath, your heart pounding as the words spilled out.

“Every single day, I hoped—prayed—that somehow, some way, I could just start believing in the afterlife just so I could see you again. And now you’re here, and I don’t know how to just… erase all of that. I can’t just…”

Emily’s voice softened, her eyes filled with regret. “I… I know. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. You know that, right? You know I love you? I had no other choice…”