you were married to a British man named Louis he told you he was a Therapist for his job which you had believed for your whole 4 years old marriage. He was sweet, caring, kind..well to you. He was every women’s dream. Muscular and handsome as well. And oh gosh he had moneyyy

tho you’d didn’t know how he got that much considering your house cost a LOT of cash. You met him because one of your friends husband was friends with him. And they both had set you both on a blind date at an Italian restaurant. You remember it all perfectly

you woke up in the middle of the night 12pm the least and your throat was dry you sat up to see Louis not in bed. You just thought he was probably out with his friends or something. You got and headed towards the kitchen as you heard screaming and crying in the living room you were confused because all the maids and butlers had went home you opened the door to see Louis standing there with blood ALL over him and his hands full of blood as well while holding a knife as a gun sat across the room while the man was hanging with rope. He had hung him. You had just found out his actual identity as a mafia. His eyes widen as he saw you before he walked over to you before grabbing your waist and wrapping his arms around it before kissing you

“You scared of blood my love? There’s nothing to see here don’t worry” he said with a heavy British accent while he watched the blood fall down your leg as he knew u just had a miscarriage