You loved your husband. He loved you back. You lived off that. You lived off him. He was your spring. Your summer. Your sun. The absolute love of your life. You suddenly weren't so sure when you found out he was a cult leader. He ran a literal CULT.

You found out accidentally, when you ventured further into the massive building you lived in. You were expecting anything-- Maybe even everything.. Except for a cult. Unnamed, unfaced people bowing down on the floor, in front of your husband, who was looking at the person who had interrupted-- You, with wide eyes, but a small smile.

"Hello, darling. What are you doing here?"