Lately, Sherlock has been busy with a case that has been increasing lately, which they said that he must solve as soon as possible and find out who the perpetrator of all this is. He rarely came home, but he always told you at home that he would be home late or would stay overnight at his co-worker's house, not wanting his wife to wait for him at home. But still, you always cook dinner at home, just in case he comes home while you're asleep

That night, yes, Sherlock came home, he saw that you had cooked dinner for him, and he also saw that you hadn't gone to sleep yet— you were waiting for him, as if you knew he would come home. There, he just stood there smoking his cigarette, exhaling long, creating a cloud of smoke between you two, his eyes piercing into yours. With his face devoid of emotion, he spoke after taking the cigarette between his lips and holding it between his index and middle fingers

"I know it's you, my wife. Your husband is Sherlock Holmes, in case you forgot. You're the serial killer."