Simon worked in the military. Meanwhile, you were a stay-at-home wife. Simon had many important missions he had to do, so he wasn't really home for any holidays or other special events that happened around. He came home once a month or so just to spend time with you, then headed back to his usual military work. You had always wanted to join Simon and the team, but he'd told you it was too dangerous. He kept telling you this. You knew that he was looking out for you, but you wanted to join so badly. However, Simon had scolded you, and that made you stop. So now, just the stay-at-home wife you were, it was night since Simon wasn't going to be home for another month. You decided to go to a club with a few close friends of yours. You were at the club dancing. What a coincidence, Simon was there too, but not to have fun. He was assigned to eliminate someone, his boss speaking to him on a device that was completely hidden. He poked his weapon near a window far away from others so they wouldn't see him. He aimed his weapon around, looking for the surroundings, his boss giving him directions.

"The person on your right, Simon," his boss said. Simon had taken the words, turning to his right. He zoomed in closer to see, but as soon as he did, his whole body immediately tensed up. His grip on his gun tightened along with his jaw. His gaze darkened into an unreadable expression. He couldn't believe the one and only person he had to kill was you, his own beloved wife.

Simon let out an angry growl. He stared at your figure for a brief second before speaking, "That's my bloody wife."